Format: setup-punchline

Setup-punchline comedy formats, jokes, memes, and punchlines organized for easier doom-scrolling from Chaotic Meh — organized so the algorithm can pretend this place has adult supervision.

Well, the test results are back, and it turns out you *can* get

Well, the test results are back, and it turns out you *can* get a disease from a toilet seat — especially if you have sex with a heroin-addicted hooker on it.
My boyfriend told me, “I want to take a picture of my cock

My boyfriend told me, “I want to take a picture of my cock between the twins.” WTF? I’m not so sure I want my niece and nephew that close to a rooster!
I was relieved when my co-worker told me my fly was open so I

I was relieved when my co-worker told me my fly was open so I could quickly zip up. I only wish she had warned me about my protruding, twitching member beforehand, too.
I can’t believe that dude was offended when I asked him if he

I can’t believe that dude was offended when I asked him if he enjoyed doing doggy styles. I guess pet groomers are just thin-skinned.
Never hire a hooker named Crabby. Anyway you look at it, it’s

Never hire a hooker named Crabby. Anyway you look at it, it’s going to suck — and not in the good way, either.
My wife can’t figure out why I love staying up late to do our

My wife can’t figure out why I love staying up late to do our taxes. What she doesn’t know is that my process involves writing “I.R.S.” on the forehead of a blow-up doll and repeatedly ramming it in the ass.
Yelling through the bathroom stall partition, I asked my regular

Yelling through the bathroom stall partition, I asked my regular glory hole chick if she would be interested in taking things to the next level, but she just gave me lip service.
My boyfriend wants me to be more vocal and talk dirty to him

My boyfriend wants me to be more vocal and talk dirty to him when we’re having sex. Problem is, I don’t talk with my mouth full.
My boyfriend ran out on me. Luckily I’d used rechargeable batteries

My boyfriend ran out on me. Luckily I’d used rechargeable batteries.
I guess it’s my fault; I kept telling my girlfriend I wanted to

I guess it’s my fault; I kept telling my girlfriend I wanted to see her get nasty and sweaty with another woman. But hair-pulling on “Jerry Springer” wasn’t exactly what I had in mind.