Format: short

Short 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.

  • Petey Penguin and the Blown Seal

    Petey Penguin goes on holiday to the land down under and takes a road trip across the Nullarbor Plain, a notoriously isolated road running for thousands of miles through hot, hot desert without a tree in sight.

    After days of driving through endless harsh desert, the engine in his clapped-out combi starts to splutter and die. Through the rippling heat haze ahead of him, Petey thinks he can just make out a servo (petrol station) in the far distance.

    With the air-con in his combi spurting out hot air and the engine spewing out smoke, he manages to limp the van into the shade of the servo.

    Petey’s luck is in! Not only does the servo have a mechanic and workshop, but also a nice air-conditioned shop, complete with a full gelato (ice-cream) bar!

    Petey explains his predicament to the friendly mechanic and then beats a retreat to the shop to cool down. Penguins aren’t great in the heat! He buys a whole tub of vanilla ice-cream and goes to town, like a dog at a tucker box, flippers to beak, no time for spoons, ice-cream flying everywhere!

    After he’s recovered his cool, Petey waddles out to talk to the mechanic, who’s busy working on the car.

    “Any idea what’s wrong with it?” Petey warbles nervously.

    “Yeah-nah. Looks like you’ve blown a seal!” drawls the mechanic.

    “No! It’s just ice-cream, honest!”

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  • The Five Penguins in the Back Seat

    Guy pulls up to a gas station, and the attendant notices there are 5 penguins in the back seat.

    Attendant says, “WTF — you have 5 penguins in your back seat.”

    “I KNOW!” the guy says. “They jumped in at the light, and now I don’t know what to do.”

    Attendant thinks for a second and says, “I’ll tell you what I’d do — I’d take them to the zoo.”

    “That’s a great idea!” says the driver.

    A week later, same driver pulls in with the same 5 penguins, only now they’re wearing sunglasses.

    “What are you doing — I thought I told you to take those penguins to the zoo!” exclaims the attendant.

    “We did go! We had a great time! Today we’re going to the beach!”

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  • The Duck Hunter and the Farmer

    A guy from the city decides he wants to go duck hunting. He’s out for several days before he even catches sight of a duck. Finally, he sees the perfect duck, takes aim, and fires. The duck falls, hits a barn, and goes into a farmer’s yard.

    The hunter climbs over the fence and goes into the farmer’s yard to get the duck. As soon as the hunter bends over to pick up the duck, this huge farmer comes out of the house. He takes one look at the hunter and says, “What are you doing in my yard?”

    The hunter points at the duck and says, “I’ve come to get the duck. It’s my duck.”

    The farmer says, “That’s not your duck. This is my yard. That duck fell and hit my barn.”

    The hunter is not about to give up the duck. He says, “That’s not your duck. I shot the duck. I’ve been out hunting for a couple of days. Give me a break. You know, I’m from the city.”

    The farmer says, “You’re from the city? Well, you don’t understand about how property works in the country, do you? This is my property. It’s my duck. But, I’m a fair guy, so I’ll give you a chance to get the duck by settling our disagreement country style.”

    The hunter says, “Country style?”

    The farmer nods, a great big smile on his face, and says, “Yeah. Country style.”

    The hunter frowns and asks, “How do you settle it country style?”

    The farmer’s smile gets even wider, and he says, “I kick you in the groin. And then you kick me in the groin. And we take turns kicking each other in the groin. Whoever’s left standing keeps the duck.”

    The hunter does not like the sound of that, but he wants the duck. So he says, “Well, if that’s what I have to do.”

    The farmer nods and says, “I go first.” He hauls off and…WHACK. He kicks the hunter square in the groin. The hunter falls to the ground, clutching his groin and moaning in pain.

    After several minutes of rolling around in the dirt, the hunter manages to climb back up to his feet. He takes a deep breath and says, “Okay. I guess it’s my turn.”

    The farmer shrugs and says, “You can have the duck.”

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  • The Detective Training Test

    A policeman was interrogating 3 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.”

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  • Grandma in the Lineup

    A girl was a prostitute, but she didn’t want her grandma to know…

    One day, the police raided a whole group of prostitutes at a sex party in a hotel and the girl was among them.

    The police took them outside and had all the prostitutes line up along the driveway when suddenly, the girl’s grandma came by and saw her granddaughter.

    Grandma asked, “Why are you standing in line here, dear?”

    Not willing to let her grandmother know the truth, the girl told her grandmother that the policemen were there passing out free oranges and she was just lining up for some.

    “Why, that’s awfully nice of them. I think I’ll get some for myself,” and she proceeded to the back of the line.

    A policeman was going down the line asking for information from all of the prostitutes.

    When he got to Grandma, he was bewildered and exclaimed, “Wow, still going at it at your age? How do you do it?”

    Grandma replied, “Oh, it’s easy, dear. I just take my dentures out, rip the skin back and suck them dry.”

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  • David and the Nasty Parrot

    For his birthday, David got a parrot. But this wasn’t your average, sweet-talking bird — oh no. This parrot was fully grown, had a nasty attitude, and a mouth worse than a sailor on bad coffee. Every other word was rude, offensive, or downright unrepeatable. David tried everything to fix this feathered menace. He spoke kindly to it, played soft music, even tried classical music — nothing worked.

    The more polite David was, the more disrespectful the parrot became. He yelled, it yelled louder. He threatened it, it cursed him out. It was like living with a feathery little gangster.

    One day, at his wit’s end, David lost it. In desperation, he gently shoved the parrot into the freezer for a few seconds — just to cool him off.

    The bird went wild — squawking, scratching, kicking the door — then suddenly… silence.

    Panicked, David flung open the freezer door. The parrot calmly stepped out, eyes wide and feathers frosty, and said in the most polite tone: “Sir, I deeply apologize for my past behavior. I have seen the error of my ways and will make every effort to be a model citizen from now on. Please forgive me.”

    David stood stunned. Before he could speak, the parrot leaned forward and whispered, “May I ask, what exactly did the poor chicken do?”

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  • The New Labourer on the Worksite

    The foreman on a large worksite noticed a new labourer one day and barked at him, “What’s your name?”

    “John,” the new bloke replied.

    The foreman scowled. “Look, I don’t know what kind of wishy-washy worksite you were on before, but I don’t call anyone by their first name. It’s weak and wastes time. I call my employees by their last name only — Smith, Jones, Baker, that’s all. If I want a job done, I yell, ‘Baker, get this’ or ‘Jones, do that.’ Now that we have that straight, what’s your last name?”

    The new bloke sighed. “Darling. My name is John Darling.”

    The foreman paused briefly for a couple of seconds, then said quietly… “Ok John, the first thing I want you to do is…!”

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  • The Janitor at the Clinic

    Old Doc Henderson had been wanting to get out to his deer stand for weeks, and one Thursday morning he decided enough was enough — the fish and the deer weren’t going to wait forever.

    He pulled his janitor, Clarence, aside and said, “Clarence, I need a favor. I’m going to head out to the woods for the day. You think you can hold down the fort here at the clinic? Answer the phone, show folks in, handle anything minor. I’ll give you fifty dollars.”

    Clarence puffed up a little. “Doc, you can count on me.” So Doc Henderson grabbed his rifle and his thermos and headed out, and Clarence settled behind the front desk like a man born to the role.

    The next morning, Doc came back and found Clarence looking very pleased with himself.

    “Well, Clarence? How did things go?”

    “Smooth as silk, Doc,” Clarence said, leaning back in his chair. “Three patients total. First fellow came in complaining of a headache. I gave him a couple of Tylenol and a glass of water and sent him on his way.”

    “Good thinking,” Doc said. “Second patient?”

    “Lady with a stomachache. I found some Maalox in the cabinet, gave her a dose, and she felt better almost right away.”

    “Excellent,” said Doc. “And the third?”

    Clarence’s expression shifted just slightly. He cleared his throat.

    “Well,” he said, “I was out back having my afternoon cigarette when I heard the front door fly open. I came back inside and found a woman standing in the waiting room in quite a state — very agitated, very distressed.

    Before I could say a word, she had kicked off her shoes, thrown her coat over a chair, and stretched herself right out on the examination table. And she looked up at me and hollered, ‘Please help me — I haven’t seen a man in over two years!’”

    Doc Henderson stared. “Good lord, Clarence. What in the world did you do?”

    Clarence shrugged calmly. “Put drops in her eyes.”

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  • The Christmas and Easter Churchgoer

    A Pastor was standing at the church door greeting people after service.

    One man walked by and the Pastor grabbed his hand and said, “Brother, you need to join the Army of the Lord!”

    The man looked confused and said, “I’m already in the Army of the Lord, Pastor.”

    The pastor whispered, “Then how come I only see you at Christmas and Easter?”

    The man leaned in and whispered back, “Because I’m in the secret service.”

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  • The Tech-Themed Restaurant

    I was at this new tech-themed restaurant the other day.

    When I walked in, the whole place was decorated like the inside of a computer. Tables looked like motherboards, placemats like keyboards, and the glasses were giant USB sticks.

    The host greeted me — dressed in full “nerd” attire, glasses, pocket protector, the works — but something felt off. He just seemed really, really sad. I brushed it off and got seated.

    The waitress who brought the menu barely said a word. Honestly, she seemed even more depressed than the host.

    After perusing the “main menu,” I decided to have the fish and microchips.

    The waiter taking my order was barely listening, then suddenly started crying as he wrote it down and walked off in tears. I’m thinking… what is going on here?

    Anyway, 25 minutes goes by… then 45… then an hour. No food. No staff.

    So I finally stopped the manager.

    “Hey man, what’s going on? I’ve been waiting an hour. Where’s my food, and why is everyone so upset?”

    He looks at me and says, “Sorry, sir… all of our servers are down.”

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