My granddad gave me some sound advice on his deathbed.
“It’s worth spending money on good speakers,” he told me.
Joke Type: double entendre
Double entendre jokes, punchlines, setups, and comedy bits from Chaotic Meh — sorted for people who know exactly what kind of bad idea they want.
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Why Is the Reverse-Cowgirl Position Banned in Alabama?
Why is the reverse-cowgirl position banned in Alabama?
Because you don’t turn your back on family.
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Fuck Him, Give Him Five Dollars
A mailman was delivering mail on Christmas Eve when a beautiful middle-aged woman stopped him and said, “Can you come inside the house real quick?”
The mailman was intrigued and followed her inside.
She took him to the bedroom, started taking her clothes off, and they had sex.
After it was over, he got dressed to leave, and she handed him a five-dollar bill.
The mailman, confused, asked, “What was all this for?”
She said, “My husband and I were discussing Christmas gifts, and I asked him if we should give anything to the mailman.”
“He said, ‘Ahh, fuck him, give him five dollars.’”
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All the digging
What’s the worst thing about having sex in a cemetery?
All the digging.
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Tiger Woods can drive a golf ball
What’s the difference between a golf ball and a Land Rover?
Tiger Woods can drive a golf ball over 300 yards.
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Fixing the boat
Plugging the hole in the row boat with my penis wasn’t a bad idea, but forgetting to take out my piercing barbell *was* — although the bass didn’t seem to think so.
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Going to the Dentist
Just when I thought I’d get a break from my day job as a prostitute by going to the dentist, I realized I was actually paying *him* to shove his throbbing tool in my mouth.
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Scaring the crap out of the passengers
It was in 1875 that my great-great-grandmother Elsa began appearing on stages throughout the Old West, and scaring the crap out of the passengers.
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Mother Nature and the Buttercups
I was out playing golf and sliced a shot into a field of buttercups.
Just as I was about to hit, I heard a voice say, “Don’t hurt any buttercups.”
I asked, “Who are you?”
“I’m Mother Nature. If you can chip out of this field of buttercups without harming a single one, I’ll guarantee you have butter every day for the rest of your life.”
I said, “Screw you. Where were you last week when I sliced into a field of pussy willows?”
