Joke Type: story joke

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

  • You Can Start Right Away

    A campaigning politician was driving through the countryside, meeting his constituents.

    As he passed a farmhouse, he struck and killed a rooster in the road.

    He told the farmer, “Sorry, but I’ve run over your rooster.”

    Reaching for his wallet, he added, “I’d very much like to replace him, of course.”

    The farmer said, “Fine. You can start right away — the chickens are out back.”

  • Little Johnny Explains What a Gnome Is

    A teacher asks her class, “Who can tell me a word that starts with the letter ‘A’?”

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    Little Johnny raises his hand, and the teacher thinks, I’m not calling on Johnny. He’ll say something like ‘asshole.’

    So she calls on Suzy, who says, “Apple.”

    “Very good!” says the teacher. “Now… who can tell me a word that begins with the letter ‘B’?”

    Again, Johnny raises his hand, and the teacher thinks, I’m not calling on Johnny. He’ll say ‘bastard’ or ‘bitch.’

    So she calls on Stephen instead, and Stephen says, “Balloon.”

    This continues until they get to the letter G.

    Again, Johnny raises his hand, and the teacher says to herself, I can’t think of a swear word that starts with G.

    So she calls on Johnny.

    “Gnome,” says Johnny.

    Very surprised, the teacher says, “That’s excellent, Johnny! It does start with G, which is silent. Johnny, do you know what a gnome is?”

    “Yeah,” says Johnny. “It’s the little shit who lives in my garden and fucks fairies.”

  • The Doctor Clears Her Sinuses

    An old lady goes to the doctor and says, “Doc, I can’t stop farting. They’re silent with no smell, but I’ve let out 20 in the past five minutes sitting here.”

    The doctor gives her some pills and tells her to come back next week.

    The next week, the old lady comes back and says, “Doc, I took the pills. The farts are still silent, but now they stink!”

    The doctor says, “Great! We’ve cleared your sinuses. Now let’s work on your hearing!”

  • The Interpreter Had Other Plans

    A Chicago mob boss needed someone to collect protection money without talking to the police.

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    With cops watching closely, he had an idea.

    “Get me someone who can’t talk. That way, if he gets picked up, he can’t talk to the cops.”

    They bring in Pete — a big bloke who looks mean as hell. He doesn’t speak and communicates only in sign language.

    By the end of the week, Pete has collected $50,000.

    Then he disappears.

    The boss sends two goons. They track Pete down easily, but he just stares at them, expressionless.

    So they drag him to an interpreter.

    One of the goons says, “Ask him where the money is.”

    The interpreter signs it.

    Pete shrugs and signs back, “No idea what you’re talking about.”

    The interpreter says, “He says he doesn’t know anything.”

    The goon pulls out a gun and presses it to Pete’s head.

    “Ask him again.”

    The interpreter hesitates, then signs again.

    Pete immediately folds.

    “Alright! It’s in Central Park, under a tree stump near 78th Street!”

    The interpreter turns back to the goons and says, “He says he doesn’t know anything — and he thinks you don’t have the guts to pull the trigger.”

  • 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?”

  • The Lone Ranger’s Three Wishes

    The Lone Ranger is riding across the range when he gets captured by a group of Native Americans.

    The tribal leader shows the Lone Ranger his deepest respect, as the Ranger is considered an honorable man. He offers the Ranger three wishes before he is to be put to death by fire.

    The Ranger calls for his faithful horse, Silver, and whispers in the horse’s ear. The horse rides off into the distance and a short time later returns with a beautiful blonde riding in his saddle.

    The tribal leader is impressed and offers his personal tent to the Ranger. After some time in the tent, the Ranger emerges and asks for his horse again. He whispers in the horse’s ear, and Silver darts off into the distance. This time, Silver returns with a beautiful brunette on his saddle.

    The tribal leader is impressed yet again and gestures toward his tent. Once the Ranger emerges from the tent, he asks to see his horse one last time.

    The Ranger slaps Silver as hard as he can and says, “Read my lips, you stupid horse! I said POSSE!”

  • One Change in Hell (German Engineering Edition)

    An American, a Brit, and a German get sent to hell. Satan says, “You’re all here forever—but every 10 years, each of you gets one adjustment.”

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    The American gets dragged over razor-sharp, red-hot coals every day.
    The Brit gets skinned by demons with pitchforks.
    The German gets strapped into a machine that smashes him in the balls with a spiked hammer every 10 minutes.

    Ten years pass.

    Satan asks the American, “Your one change?”
    “Can I get smoother rocks?”

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    He asks the Brit, “Your one change?”
    “Can the demons use plastic spoons instead?”

    Granted.

    He asks the German, “Your one change?”
    “Yes. The mechanism is malfunctioning. It now strikes every 11 minutes. Kindly repair it.”

  • Hooked on Rescue: A Fishy Dilemma!

    Three guys are fishing out of a boat. One guy’s lure gets stuck, and when he tries to reel it in, the line breaks. He tells the others with him that the lure was his favorite and that he is not leaving without it.

    He takes off his shirt and shoes and jumps in. He’s down there for such a long time that one of the other guys jumps in to try and save him. That guy is down for a while, but finally the guy still in the boat sees the second guy pop up with the first guy in tow.

    The one in the boat helps pull the guy in and right away starts to give him mouth-to-mouth. Almost instantly, he stops and says, “I can’t do it—his breath is horrible.”

    The other guy takes over as soon as he gets into the boat. Then he stops and says, “You’re right! I don’t remember his breath ever being that bad. In fact, I don’t remember him wearing that snowmobile suit.”

  • Grateful Skin: A Love Story!

    A man’s face is badly burned in a fire.

    The doctors decide he needs a skin graft to restore his face, but he is so thin that he has no excess skin of his own for the operation. So they use skin from his wife’s bottom.

    The operation is a complete success. His face looks like it did before the fire.

    Several months go by, and the man is still thanking his wife profusely for the sacrifice she made.

    Finally, she says to him, “You don’t have to keep thanking me. I get all the thanks I need every time I see your mother kiss you on the cheek.”

  • Speeding Ticket for a Stretching Job!

    The Rectum Stretcher

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    There was a middle-aged blonde lady speeding down the highway in a red sports car. She accelerated while crossing a bridge, figuring she didn’t have to worry about speed traps.

    At the end of the bridge, there was a cop hidden behind a bunch of bushes. His radar gun tagged her at 95 mph. He pulled her over, walked up to the car, and asked, “What’s the hurry?”

    She said, “I’m late to work.”

    The cop asked, “What do you do?”

    The lady responded, “I’m a rectum stretcher.”

    The cop chuckled, winked at her, and asked, “Now just what in the hell does a rectum stretcher do?”

    Without missing a beat, she took the opportunity to explain. “Our clients come into our office wanting their rectum stretched. We lube up their assholes until we can get two fingers in there, then we wiggle those fingers around and stretch it until we can get our entire hand inside.”

    The cop was in disbelief at this point and let his mouth drop open. Disgusted but intrigued, he continued to listen.

    She continued, “After we get back from lunch and the patients have had some time to rest, we put our hands back in their butthole and continue the back-and-forth stretching until we can get both hands inside. Once that’s accomplished, we proceed to stretch their rectum until it’s about six feet long!”

    The cop, disheveled and in disbelief, raised his voice and said, “COME ON, LADY! NOW JUST WHAT IN THE HELL WOULD YOU DO WITH A SIX-FOOT ASSHOLE?”

    She replied, “You give it a radar gun and stick it behind a bridge.”