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.

  • Never Really That Into Her

    So sad news, my girlfriend broke up with me for having a small penis.

    It’s OK… I was never really that into her.

  • Thinking Outside The Box Gary

    Thinking Outside The Box Gary

    (At my boss’s funeral kneeling and whispering at coffin)

    “Who’s thinking outside the box now Gary?”

  • Roland the Farter

    Roland the Farter

    Imagine farting so good that the King gives you a 30 acre estate.

    Imagine someone farting so good, that you’re reading about them right now, 900 years later.

    Roland the Farter – a medieval flatulist who lived in twelfth-century England. Given Hemingstone manor in Suffolk and 12 hectares (30 acres) of land in return for his services as a jester for King Henry II. Each year he was obliged to perform “Unum saltum et siffletum et unum bumbulum” (one jump, one whistle, and one fart) for the King’s court at Christmas.

  • Hello Little Butthole

    Hello Little Butthole

    The last thing you ate is what you have to name him

    Hello little butthole

  • Hungover Me Vodka

    Hungover Me Vodka

    I WOKE UP THIS MORNING WITH A GLASS OF WATER ON MY BEDSIDE TABLE WITH A NOTE SAYING “FOR HUNGOVER ME”

    I DRANK IT AND IT WAS VODKA. DRUNK ME CAN BE SUCH AN ASSHOLE.

  • Just This WAP

    Just This WAP

    “Are you carrying any liquids?”

    “Just this WAP”

  • Stop Drop Shut Em Down

    Stop Drop Shut Em Down

    So remember stop drop

    Shut ’em down open up shop

    Firefighter: Woah. No…

    Kids: That’s how rough riders roll

    Firefighter: *defeated sigh*

  • They Prefer to Eat Out

    Why don’t lesbians ever get their pizza delivered? They prefer to eat out.

  • He Only Has One Eye and One Ear

    A policeman was interrogating three guys who were training to become detectives. To test their skills in recognizing a suspect, he shows the first guy a picture for 5 seconds and then hides it. “This is your suspect, how would you recognize him?”

    The first guy answers, “That’s easy, we’ll catch him fast because he only has one eye!”

    The policeman says, “Well…uh…that’s because the picture I showed is his side profile.”

    Slightly flustered by this ridiculous response, he flashes the picture for 5 seconds at the second guy and asks him, “This is your suspect, how would you recognize him?”

    The second guy smiles, flips his hair, and says, “Ha! He’d be too easy to catch because he only has one ear!”

    The policeman angrily responds, “What’s the matter with you two?! Of course only one eye and one ear are showing because it’s a picture of his side profile! Is that the best answer you can come up with?”

    Extremely frustrated at this point, he shows the picture to the third guy and in a very testy voice asks, “This is your suspect, how would you recognize him?”

    He quickly adds, “Think hard before giving me a stupid answer.”

    The third guy looks at the picture intently for a moment and says, “The suspect wears contact lenses.”

    The policeman is surprised and speechless because he really doesn’t know himself if the suspect wears contacts or not.

    “Well, that’s an interesting answer. Wait here for a few minutes while I check his file and I’ll get back to you on that.”

    He leaves the room and goes to his office, checks the suspect’s file on his computer, and comes back with a beaming smile on his face.

    “Wow! I can’t believe it. It’s true! The suspect does, in fact, wear contact lenses. Good work! How were you able to make such an astute observation?”

    “That’s easy…” the third guy replied. “He can’t wear regular glasses because he only has one eye and one ear.”

  • Sex I Can’t Tell Anyone About

    My friend said, “Congratulations on your new job. How did you get it?” I replied, “The same way the Virgin Mary got Jesus.” He laughed, “A miracle?!” I groaned, “No…”

    “Sex that I can’t tell anyone about.”