Where is the best place to sell a used chess set?
At a pawn shop.
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.
-
Every Week You Get New Matches
In other news, there’s a new dating app that caters to arsonists.
Every week you get new matches!
-
You Carry the One
How do you get 100 math teachers into a room in which only 99 fit?
You carry the one.
-
Cinderella and the Pumpkin Diaphragm
Once upon a time Cinderella was getting ready to go out on a date with Prince Charming. She approaches her Fairy Godmother and asks for some birth control.
“Absolutely not!” says her Fairy Godmother.
“Fine,” says Cinderella. “But just remember this when there are a bunch of little princes running around.”
So her Fairy Godmother thinks about it and relents. “Okay,” she says, “I’ve turned this pumpkin into a diaphragm. However, you’d better be back before midnight, because that’s when it will turn back into a pumpkin.”
So Cinderella goes out, and her Fairy Godmother is waiting for Cinderella to return. It’s midnight, then 1:00, then 2:00.
Finally Cinderella comes staggering in at 2:30, a dreamy look in her eyes.
“Where have you been?” demands her Fairy Godmother.
“Out,” says Cinderella.
“Didn’t that diaphragm turn back into a pumpkin at midnight?”
“Yes.”
“Well… what happened?” asks her Fairy Godmother.
And Cinderella says, “I met the nicest guy… named Peter Peter.”
-
The Lawyer’s Billable Hours
A lawyer goes to heaven.
St. Peter meets him at the pearly gates. The lawyer is impressed, but asks, “Are you sure it is my time? I’m not that old?”
St. Peter says, “What do you mean? You’re 86 years old.”
The lawyer says, “No I’m not… I’m only 58. Why do you think I’m that old!”
St. Peter says, “Well, we just added up all of the hours you’ve billed to your clients.”
-
The Medicare Motel
Old Man: “Doc, we’d like you to watch us… you know… and let us know if we’re doing it right.”
The doctor was puzzled but agreed. When they finished, the doctor was impressed. “Everything looks perfectly fine—in fact, very impressive for people your age!” He charged them a $50 consultation fee.
This went on for months. They’d routinely book an appointment, do their thing, pay the doctor, and leave.
Finally, unable to hold back his curiosity, the doctor asked, “Exactly what kind of sexual dysfunction are you two trying to consult me about?”
The old man smiled widely and replied: “Oh, we don’t have any issues, Doc. She’s married, so we can’t go to her house. I’m married, so we can’t go to mine. A three-star hotel costs $90, a five-star is $120… but here it’s only $50, and I get $43 of it back from Medicare!”
-
The Spies and the Firing Squad
A British spy, Irish spy and Scottish spy are captured by the Nazis…
Just as the Nazis are about to open fire, the British spy shouts
“Hurricane!”
and all the Nazis run, allowing the British spy to escape
Angered, they return, and prepare to shoot the Scottish spy when he shouts
“Typhoon!”
and all the Nazis run, allowing the Scottish spy to escape
The Nazis return again, angry, to kill the Irish spy when he shouts
“Fire!”
-
She’s Left-Handed
A wife asks her husband, a true golf nut, “Honey, if I died, would you remarry?”
He ponders for a moment, then says, “After a proper grieving period, yes, I suppose I would. Companionship is a good thing.”
“If I died and you remarried,” the wife next asks, “would she then live in this house?”
He pauses to collect his thoughts, and then says, “Well, we’ve spent a lot of time and money getting this house to our exact liking. So yes, I think she would.”
“If I died and you remarried and she lived in this house,” the wife continues, “would she also sleep in our bed?”
Not exactly sure where his wife is going with all of this, he offers, “Well, the bed is nearly new and should last for many more years. Yes, I’m sure she would.”
“If I died and you remarried and she lived in this house and slept in our bed,” the wife probes further, “would she use my golf clubs?”
“Oh, no,” the husband replies, far too quickly. “She’s left-handed.”
