Delivery Style: setup-punchline

Setup-punchline joke delivery styles, punchline pacing, and comedy formats for people with specific chaos preferences from Chaotic Meh — organized so the algorithm can pretend this place has adult supervision.

  • Give Her Another Chance

    A blonde pays $1,000,000 to rent a stadium to prove blondes are smart.

    She fills it with 80,000 other blondes and calls one up on live TV.

    She starts with a simple math question.

    “What’s twenty plus three?” she asks.

    The volunteer thinks for a moment and whispers, “Nine?”

    Instantly, the crowd of 80,000 blondes erupts:

    “Give her another chance! Give her another chance!”

    The presenter smiles, calms the crowd, and tries again.

    “Okay dear… what’s two plus two?”

    After a long pause, the blonde whispers, “Four?”

    Once again, the stadium roars:

    “Give her another chance! Give her another chance!”

  • He’s Deaf

    Doc: I have bad news and really bad news… the bad news is your baby is just an ear… a 6-pound 5-ounce baby ear. No arms or legs or head… just an ear.

    But that’s not the worst part…. He’s DEAF!

  • Now I’m a Registered Sex Offender

    My doctor told me I could have a stroke at any time.

    Now I’m a registered sex offender.

  • The Frat Bro and the Nuns

    Two frat bros are walking along when they see a group of nuns walking up the opposite side of the street.

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    After a little bit of a ruckus, one of the young men runs across the road and approaches the nuns.

    “Excuse me, are you the head nun?” he asks the lead nun sheepishly.

    “Yes, my son. I am the Mother Superior of the convent. What can I do for you?” she replies with a curious grin.

    “Well ma’am, I have a strange question. But, umm, are any of your nuns midgets?” he spits out. Seeing her shocked face, he continues. “You know, maybe a dwarf, pygmy, something like that?”

    “My son,” she calmly states, “we would welcome anyone into our convent, regardless of stature. But no, we currently have no sisters that are little people.”

    And with that the frat bro turns to his buddy, who is still on the other side of the road, and hollers, “Hey Gary, I told you ya fucked a penguin last night!”

  • Quit While He Was a Head

    A baby is born but he doesn’t have a body.

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    He’s only a head. They called him Steven. Steven was a happy child and he lived as normal a life as you could under those circumstances. Finally when he reached 21 his dad said, “Come on son we’re going to have a drink to celebrate your birthday.”

    He put the head on the counter and he ordered two pints of Guinness. He said cheers and he poured a sip into his son’s mouth. To everyone’s surprise, a neck and shoulders popped out like balloons. With tears of joy, the dad gave him another sip, and pop! Two arms came out of the shoulders! The dad gave him a third sip, and pop! He grew a torso! And he gave him a fourth sip and pop! He grew legs! They had to get out of there to get him some clothes because he never had any before. His dad helped him to the door because he was unsteady on his feet because they were new and because of the drink.

    He stumbled into the street and got hit by a car, instantly killing him.

    The bartender said, “Poor guy. He should have quit while he was a head.”

  • The Big Ass Grill

    A husband is out in the backyard with his wife, who is busy gardening.

    He’s feeling a bit mischievous and says, “You know, honey, your butt is getting so big, it’s starting to look like that BBQ grill over there.”

    The wife ignores him and keeps weeding. Later that night in bed, the husband starts making some romantic advances. His wife completely brushes him off and rolls over.

    “What’s wrong?” he asks, surprised.

    She replies, “Do you really think I’m going to fire up this big-ass grill for one little weenie?”

  • No Internet in the Confession Box

    A man enters a confession box at late night.

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    “Father, I’ve sinned. I watch pornography 12 hours a day.”

    The priest asks, “12 hours? How is that even possible?”

    The man says, “Easy. Four hours in the morning, four in the evening, four at night.”

    The priest asks, “Did you watch 12 hours today too?”

    The man replies, “No, only 11 hours and 55 minutes.”

    The priest asks, “Why is that?”

    The man replies, “Because there is no Internet in the confession box.”

  • Five Loaves of Rye Bread

    Two old friends, Earl (80) and Frank (87), were sitting on a park bench one morning.

    Frank had just finished his morning walk around the park and didn’t even look winded.

    Earl was amazed and asked, “Frank, how do you have so much energy at your age?”

    Frank grinned and said, “Simple… I eat rye bread every single day.”

    “It keeps your energy up and gives you great stamina with the ladies.”

    On his way home, Earl stopped by the local bakery.

    The young woman behind the counter asked, “Can I help you, sir?”

    Earl said, “Yes ma’am… do you sell rye bread?”

    “Of course we do,” she replied. “How many loaves would you like?”

    Earl thought for a moment and said, “Better make it five loaves.”

    The baker looked surprised and said, “Five loaves? By the time you get to the third one, it’ll be hard.”

    Earl muttered under his breath, “Well I’ll be… I can’t believe everybody already knows about this.”

  • Nice Legs

    A man walked into a bar one day and saw an obese lady dancing on the table.

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    He walked over to her and said, “Those are some nice legs.”

    She said to him, “You think so?”

    He said, “Yes, because most table legs would have collapsed by now.”

  • Results in Heaven

    A cab driver reaches the pearly gates.

    St. Peter looks him up in his Big Book and tells him to pick up a gold staff and a silk robe and proceed into Heaven.

    Next in line is a preacher.

    St. Peter looks him up in his Big Book, furrows his brow, and says, “OK, we’ll let you in, but take that cloth robe and wooden staff.”

    The preacher is shocked and replies, “But I am a man of the cloth. You gave that cab driver a gold staff and a silk robe. Surely I rate higher than a cabbie!”

    St. Peter responds matter-of-factly:

    “This is Heaven, and up here, we are interested in results. When you preached, people slept. When the cabbie drove his taxi, people prayed.”