Joke Type: anecdotal

Anecdotal jokes, punchlines, setups, and comedy bits from Chaotic Meh — sorted for people who know exactly what kind of bad idea they want.

  • Lost My Virginity To Or My Ex Girlfriend

    Lost My Virginity To Or My Ex Girlfriend

  • The Mercedes Sight

    An old guy from the countryside visits New York for the first time. He’s never seen so many cars, and he’s never been in one.

    He gets into a cab and starts asking the driver questions.

    “What’s that wheel for?”

    “That’s the steering wheel,” the driver says. “It lets me change direction.” He gives a quick demonstration, turning down a side street.

    “What about that button?”

    “That’s the horn. I use it to warn people.” He honks twice.

    “And what’s that?” the old man asks, pointing at the Mercedes emblem on the hood.

    “That’s a sight,” says the driver, deciding to have some fun. “It helps me aim at the people I want to run over.”

    With that, he lines up a pedestrian crossing the street, speeds up, then swerves at the last second.

    Suddenly… Bang! A loud crash comes from the side of the car.

    “Well,” says the old man, “you’ve got all these fancy gadgets, but you would’ve missed him if I hadn’t opened the door.”

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  • A Very Delicate Heart

    A retired fellow hadn’t been feeling quite right, so he went to see his doctor.

    After the exam, the doctor quietly asked his wife to step into the hallway.

    “I’m afraid your husband has a very delicate heart,” he said. “If you want him around a while longer, you’ll need to treat him like royalty — wait on him hand and foot, no stress, no chores, no lifting a finger.”

    On the drive home, the husband looked over nervously and asked, “So… what did the doc say?”

    His wife sighed and said, “He said you’re probably not going to make it.”

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  • Two Shots for Two Brothers

    An Irishman walks into a bar and orders two shots of whiskey.

    He downs both by himself and leaves.

    The next day, he comes back. Orders two shots. Drinks both. Leaves again.

    And that becomes routine.

    Every single day the guy would show up, order exactly two shots, down them in silence, and vanish like a secondary character in a film noir.

    Until one day the bartender can’t take the curiosity anymore.

    “My friend… why do you always order two shots?”

    The Irishman sighs, staring at the glass like someone who’s already cried listening to sad music in a pub at three in the morning.

    “My brother and I used to drink together every night. But he moved to the other side of the country. So I take one shot for me… and another for him…”

    The bartender nearly gets emotional. Thought it was beautiful. Brotherly stuff. Family ties watered with alcohol and emotional cirrhosis.

    Time passes.

    Until one night the Irishman walks in and orders just one shot.

    The bartender gets worried right away.

    “My God… did something happen to your brother????”

    The Irishman replies, “No, no. He’s doing great.”

    The bartender relaxes. “So why just one shot today?”

    The Irishman takes a calm sip and replies, “Because I quit drinking.”

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  • Keeping Em Awake

    During church yesterday, the pastor was 10 minutes into his sermon when he noticed his 7-year-old son in the balcony with a pea-shooter. The boy was leaning over the railing, carefully aiming and popping members of the congregation in the head. Just as the pastor was about to stop his sermon and give his son a public scolding, the boy hollered out, “You just keep preaching, Dad! I’ll keep ’em awake!”

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  • The Tightest Man in Town

    Old Mr. Patterson, the tightest man in town, was lying on his deathbed. As his final wish, he asked to be alone with his lawyer, his doctor, and his pastor.

    “I know I can’t take it with me,” he whispered, “but I’m going to try.” He handed each man $150,000 and said, “Make sure this money goes in the casket with me.”

    A few days after the funeral, the pastor cleared his throat at the diner, “With a heavy heart, I confess… I only put $100,000 in the casket.”

    The doctor sighed and rubbed his temples, “Since we’re being honest, I only put in $80,000 myself.”

    The lawyer slammed his coffee cup down in disgust, “You two ought to be ashamed of yourselves! Taking money from a dying man?” he huffed. “Am I the only honest one here?”

    He pulled out his checkbook and waved it proudly, “I wrote him a check for the full $150,000!”

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  • The Golf Shot Behind the Barn

    A guy golfing with his wife gets to the first par 3 on the course. He lines up the shot, takes a swing and slices it way right of the green — landing behind a barn!

    He walks up to his ball and sees that he doesn’t have a shot to the hole because there’s a giant barn in the way.

    His wife chimes in: “Honey, why don’t you open up the front doors of the barn, I’ll open up the back doors, you’ll have a perfectly clear shot to the hole, and you can save par!”

    It was an amazing idea.

    So they open the doors and sure enough he has a perfect shot to the hole. He lines up the shot, takes a swing, shanks it badly, the ball ricochets off the barn, hits his wife in the head and KILLS her instantly!

    Years later, after remarrying, he takes his new wife to the same course.

    When he gets to the par 3 he takes his shot, slicing the ball way right, again landing directly behind the barn! Furious with himself, he walks up to the ball and just stands over his shot.

    His new wife says, “Honey, I have an amazing idea! Why don’t you open the front doors of the barn, I will open the…”

    The husband interrupts her — “WOAH HEY WHOA WHOA WHOA, WAIT A SECOND! The last time I did that on this hole, I wound up making a triple bogey!”

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  • Breakfast Swearing Lesson

    A 7-year-old and a 4-year-old are in their bedroom.

    “You know what?” says the 7-year-old. “I think it’s time we started swearing. When we go downstairs for breakfast, I’ll swear first, then you.”

    “Okay,” replies the 4-year-old.

    In the kitchen, when the mother asks the 7-year-old what he wants for breakfast, he answers, “I’ll have Coco Pops, bitch.” WHACK! He goes flying out of his chair, crying his eyes out.

    The mother looks at the 4-year-old and sternly asks, “And what do you want?”

    “Dunno,” he replies, “but it won’t be fucking Coco Pops.”

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  • The Silent Debate

    Several centuries ago, the Pope decreed that all Jews must convert to Catholicism or leave Italy.

    The Jewish community protested, so the Pope offered a deal: he would have a religious debate with a representative of the Jewish community.

    If the Jews won, they could stay. If the Pope won, they would have to convert or leave.

    The Jewish community chose an aged and wise Rabbi to represent them.

    However, since the Rabbi spoke no Italian and the Pope spoke no Hebrew, they agreed to conduct a silent debate.

    On the chosen day, the Pope and the Rabbi sat across from each other.

    The Pope raised his hand and held up three fingers.

    The Rabbi responded by holding up one finger.

    Next, the Pope waved his finger in a circle around his head.

    The Rabbi pointed to the ground where he sat.

    The Pope then brought out a communion wafer and a chalice of wine.

    The Rabbi reached into his bag and pulled out an apple.

    At that, the Pope stood up and declared himself defeated. The Rabbi, he said, was too clever.

    The Jews could stay in Italy!

    Later, the cardinals gathered and asked the Pope what had happened.

    The Pope said, “First, I held up three fingers to represent the Trinity. He responded with one finger to remind me that there is only one God shared by both our beliefs.

    Then I circled my finger around my head to show that God is everywhere. He pointed to the ground to show that God is also right here with us.

    Finally, I presented the wine and wafer to represent salvation. He produced an apple to remind me of original sin. He bested me at every turn, and I could not continue.”

    Meanwhile, the Jewish community gathered around the Rabbi and asked how he had won.

    “I don’t have a clue,” the Rabbi said.

    “First, he told me we had three days to get out of Italy, so I gave him the finger.

    Then he tells me that the whole country would be cleared of Jews, so I told him that we were staying right here.”

    “And then what?” someone asked.

    “I don’t know,” said the Rabbi. “He took out his lunch, so I took out mine!”

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  • The Wrong Side of the Bed

    Sister Margaret gets out of bed, puts her robe and slippers on and heads out to the bathroom. As she passes, Sister Mary-Catherine says, “Good morning Sister Margaret, I see that you got up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.” Sister Margaret is puzzled — she doesn’t feel upset or angry and doesn’t think she looks like she’s in a bad mood. So she puts on a smile and continues on her way. Then she sees Sister Mary-Constance who says, “Good morning Sister Margaret, I see that you got up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.” Again, she’s puzzled. Then she sees the Mother Superior who greets her the same way: “Good morning Sister Margaret, I see you’ve gotten up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.”

    Finally Sister Margaret has had ENOUGH! “Mother Superior, why is everyone saying that I look like I got up on the wrong side of the bed?”

    “Because you’re wearing the Monsignor’s slippers, my dear.”

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