What’s the hardest part of being an organ donor?
Removing it from the church.
One-liners, quick jokes, short-form comedy, and punchlines built for impatient degenerates from Chaotic Meh — organized so the algorithm can pretend this place has adult supervision.
What’s the hardest part of being an organ donor?
Removing it from the church.
Women call me ugly only until they find how much I make.
Then they call me ugly and poor!!
Do you know why people call me “The Computer”?
I fall asleep if left unattended for 5 minutes.
Nothing sours my holiday mood like surly people at the mall, especially ones who are unimpressed by my jubilant proclamation that my groin is alive with the sound of Muzak.
The mall security dude arrested me for firing my slingshot at Target. Come on, they were asking for it!
If Saddam Hussein ever kills me with mustard gas, I hope it’s the yellow French’s kind, and not that brown Dijon stuff. I always hated that foo-foo gourmet crap.
If I were a best-selling children’s author, I’d write a book about how these cool little kids and their cute woodland friends made Santa very happy by taking all the money out of Mommy’s wallet and mailing it to my PO Box.
I wonder if the French word for “eat” is “app,” ’cause then the word “applesauce” would be “eat-the-sauce” in France, and I bet those dirty French would hate that.