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.

  • Three Men In A Soviet Bar

    Three men enter a bar in the USSR. One says, “Why did Stalin only write in lowercase?”

    The other one says, “Because he was afraid of capitalism.”

    The whole bar died laughing.

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  • How to Respond to Someone Calling You a Grammar Nazi

    How do you respond to someone calling you a grammar Nazi?

    You call them antisemantic!

  • Personal Space

    Yesterday, one of my good friends told me I often make people uncomfortable by violating their personal space.

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    It was an incredibly hurtful thing to say and completely ruined our bath.

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  • A Winery Job Interview

    At a winery, the regular taster died, and the director started looking for a new one to hire.

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    A drunkard with a ragged, dirty look came in to apply for the position. The director of the winery wondered how to send him away. He gave him a glass to drink.

    The drunk tried it and said, “It’s a Muscat, three years old, grown on a north slope, matured in steel containers. Low grade, but acceptable.”

    “That’s correct,” said the boss. Another glass…

    “This is a Cabernet, eight years old, a south-western slope, oak barrels, matured at 8 degrees. Requires three more years for the finest results.”

    “Correct.” A third glass… “It’s a Pinot Blanc Champagne, high grade and exclusive,” the drunk said calmly.

    The director was astonished. He winked at his secretary, secretly suggesting something. She left the room and came back in with a glass of urine.

    The alcoholic tried it. “It’s a blonde, 26 years old, three months pregnant, and if I don’t get the job, I’ll name the father.”

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  • Poop Jokes Aren’t My Favorite Kind of Jokes

    Poop jokes aren’t my favorite kind of jokes.

    But they are a solid number two.

  • My Grandfather’s Last Words

    I’ll never forget my grandfather’s last words to me.

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    “Stop shaking the ladder, you fucking twat!”

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  • A Bad Monopoly Game

    My brother took going to jail really badly. He refused to eat, spat and swore at anyone who came near him, and smeared the walls with his own feces.

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    After that, we never played Monopoly with him again.

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  • The Assassin’s Rate

    So there was this assassin that charged $10,000 per bullet.

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    A guy comes up to him in the bar one day and says, “Are you the guy who charges $10,000 a bullet?”

    “Yup.”

    “What if you miss?”

    He looks at the man, deadly serious. “I don’t miss…”

    “Okay, well, I’ve got $20,000. I just found out my wife is having an affair with my best friend. They’re at the motel together right now.”

    “Let’s go,” the assassin says.

    So they drive to a store across the street from the motel and climb up on the roof. The assassin takes out his rifle and attaches the scope.

    “They’re in room 21. I want you to shoot her in the head, and I want you to blow his dick off.”

    The assassin looks through his scope. He keeps staring for several minutes, not taking the shot.

    “Well? What are you waiting for!?” the husband asks.

    “Hold on a minute,” said the assassin. “I think I can save you 10K.”

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  • A Thousand Dollars

    He asks, “Excuse me, can I bite your tits for a thousand dollars?”

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    She says, “Hell yea!” So they go to a secluded corner, and she opens her blouse. The man puts his face in her tits for nearly five minutes. Eventually, the lady asks, “Aren’t you gonna bite them?”

    He says, “Nah, it’s too expensive.”

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  • At Confession

    Girl: “Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.”

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    Priest: “What have you done, my child?”

    Girl: “I called a man a son of a bitch.”

    Priest: “Why did you call him a son of a bitch?”

    Girl: “Because he touched my hand.”

    Priest: “Like this?” (as he touches her hand)

    Girl: “Yes, Father.”

    Priest: “That’s no reason to call a man a son of a bitch.”

    Girl: “Then he touched my breast.”

    Priest: “Like this?” (as he touched her breast)

    Girl: “Yes, Father.”

    Priest: “That’s no reason to call him a son of a bitch.”

    Girl: “Then he took off my clothes, Father.”

    Priest: “Like this?” (as he takes off her clothes)

    Girl: “Yes, Father.”

    Priest: “That’s no reason to call him a son of a bitch.”

    Girl: “Then he stuck his you know what into my you know where.”

    Priest: “Like this?” (as he stuck his you know what into her you know where)

    Girl: “YES FATHER, YES FATHER, YES FATHER!!!”

    Priest: (after a few minutes) “That’s no reason to call him a son of a bitch.”

    Girl: “But Father, he had AIDS!”

    Priest: “THAT SON OF A BITCH!!!”

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