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.

  • Thanks to my dog’s coprophagia, today I encountered the most

    Thanks to my dog’s coprophagia, today I encountered the most foul, vile substance ever known: dog-poop vomit. As disgusting as it was to clean up, there’s a bright side: I’m a shoe-in to get filthy Rumination of the day!

  • When I was in high school, I was abducted by an alien and anally

    When I was in high school, I was abducted by an alien and anally probed. I don’t remember what the alien looked like, though, because it disguised itself as my wrestling coach and forced me to drink a mind-control drug from a tequila bottle.

  • I still don’t understand what went wrong. I thought it was a

    I still don’t understand what went wrong. I thought it was a pretty foolproof idea to take my animal-loving, PETA-member girlfriend down to Tijuana for a real, live donkey show.

  • I’ve got some wacky church camp stories! Like the time a youth

    I’ve got some wacky church camp stories! Like the time a youth minister crawled into my tent naked after he said a bear stole his clothes.

  • Wait, the 70s are over? Shit, I’m REALLY late for high school.

    Wait, the 70s are over? Shit, I’m REALLY late for high school. Like 36 years late. I’m gonna need a note.

  • My Uncle Larry once told me that you knew you had a good strong

    My Uncle Larry once told me that you knew you had a good strong penis if you could lift weights with it. At least, that’s how I explained the whole bowling ball/SuperGlue incident to the ER staff.

  • My Shit Doesn’t Stink

    The doctor asks the man, “What seems to be the problem, sir?”

    The man says, “Well doc, this is gonna sound a little weird. I wasn’t even sure if I should come to you about it, but you know what they say, better safe than sorry!”

    The doctor says, “I’ve heard everything there is. Out with it, man, what seems to be the problem?”

    The man says, “Well doc, here’s the thing. My shit doesn’t stink anymore.”

    “Your shit doesn’t stink anymore?” the doctor repeats back as a question.

    “Yes sir. I noticed it a month ago in late April. I was sitting down for my regular morning shit. Everything went well — firm, good size, came right out nice and smooth — and that’s when I noticed. No smell! Not a damn thing! I’ve just been wondering if something might be wrong,” the man explains.

    The doctor furrows his brow. “That is indeed puzzling, sir. It says here you’re not married. And you live alone?”

    “Just me and my dog,” the man replies.

    The doctor scribbles two prescriptions and hands them to the man. “Take one of each, once a day for two weeks and come back to me.”

    The man comes back two weeks later. Now he’s angry. His face is red as he grumpily explains, “Doc, I don’t know what you gave me, but ooh boy does my shit stink! I think you might have made things worse! I’m gagging in the bathroom! I can barely stand to be in the room with my own stink now! What in the hell did you give me?”

    The doctor replies, “Nasal decongestant and antihistamine.”

  • Is That All You People Think About?

    Two Jews are walking down the street when they come upon a Christian church with a sign: “Come in! Convert to Christianity and receive $100!”

    One Jew says to the other, “I’m going in to see if getting $100 is this easy!”

    When he returns, he’s wearing a necklace with a cross. His friend points at the cross and says, “What’s that? Did you really convert?!”

    “Yes, I did. I’m now Christian.”

    “Well, did you get the $100?”

    “Is that all you people think about?”

  • A Count or a Cunt

    A kid went away to college and grew a goatee, and was very proud of it. He took a selfie and sent it to his dad with a note:

    Clean Mode hides the spicy parts.
    Unleash Chaos

    “This makes me look rather like a count, does it not?”

    Dad turns to mom and says, “Kid’s grown a beard, but still can’t spell.”

  • The Skyscraper

    A country guy visits New York City for the first time. He’s staring up at a tall skyscraper, quietly counting the floors.

    A New Yorker notices and says, “Hey, buddy — around here, it’s a dollar for every floor you count.”

    The country guy nods.

    After a moment, the New Yorker asks, “So, how many floors did you count?”

    “Ten,” the country guy says, handing over $10.

    The New Yorker smirks and walks off.

    A moment later, the country guy chuckles to himself and says, “Joke’s on him… I counted twenty.”