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.

  • Buzz Off: A Businessman’s Bee Dilemma!

    A businessman wants to buy a farmhouse.

    After discussing the price and coming to common ground on the terms, they shake hands, and the property is practically sold.

    As they do a final walkthrough of the land, the businessman notices a beehive on the property and says, “Please, this needs to be removed—or take them with you. They could sting; it’s dangerous.”

    The farmer answers, “They’ve never stung me once since they’ve been here. I’ve never had any problems with them. I understand that you’re afraid, though, so let’s do it like this: I’ll tie you to this tree right here and leave you here butt naked overnight. If any bee stings you, I’ll give you my property for free.”

    They agree on those terms and shake hands again.

    The next morning, the farmer checks on the businessman and finds him all dried up, skinny, pale, eyes rolled back, and barely holding himself up.

    The farmer is shocked at the sight and says, “I want to apologize. This was a terrible idea. They never stung me or anyone who ever came by. Tell me, how many stung you?”

    The businessman, barely speaking, says, “None… but tell me, does that calf of yours not have a mother?”

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  • Papal Joyride: A Divine Driving Desire

    After getting Pope Francis’s luggage loaded into the limo, the driver notices the pope is still standing on the curb.

    “Excuse me, Your Holiness,” says the driver. “Would you please take your seat so we can leave?”

    “Well, to tell you the truth,” says the pope, “they never let me drive at the Vatican, and I’d really like to drive today.”

    “I’m sorry, Your Holiness, but I cannot let you do that. I’d lose my job! What if something should happen?!” protests the driver, wishing he’d never gone to work that morning.

    “Who’s going to tell?” says the pope with a smile.

    Reluctantly, the driver gets in the back as the pope climbs in behind the wheel. The driver quickly regrets his decision when, after exiting the airport, the pontiff floors it, accelerating the limo to 205 km/h.

    “Please slow down, Your Holiness,” pleads the worried driver, but the pope keeps the pedal to the metal until they hear sirens.

    “Oh, dear God, I’m going to lose my license—and my job!” moans the driver.

    The pope pulls over and rolls down the window as the cop approaches, but the cop takes one look at him, goes back to his motorcycle, and gets on the radio.
    “I need to talk to the chief,” he says to the dispatcher.

    The chief gets on the radio, and the cop tells him that he’s stopped a limo going 205 km/h.

    “So bust him,” says the chief.

    “I don’t think we want to do that. He’s really important,” says the cop.

    The chief exclaims, “All the more reason!”

    “No, I mean really important,” says the cop with a bit of persistence.

    The chief then asks, “Who do you have there, the mayor?”

    Cop: “Bigger.”

    Chief: “A senator?”
    Cop: “Bigger.”

    Chief: “The president?”

    Cop: “Bigger.”

    “Well,” says the chief, “who is it?”

    Cop: “I think it’s God!”

    The chief is even more puzzled and curious. “What makes you think it’s God?”

    Cop: “His chauffeur is the pope!”

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  • Firefighter or Photographer? The Great Mix-Up!

    A photographer for a prominent national news magazine was assigned to get photos of a humongous forest fire.

    Smoke at the scene was too thick to get any good shots, so he frantically called his home office to hire a plane. His editor made the arrangements and assured him the plane would be started and waiting for him at the airport.

    As soon as he got to the small rural airport, sure enough, a plane was warming up near the runway. He jumped in with his equipment and yelled, “Let’s go! Let’s go!”

    The pilot turned the plane into the wind, and soon they were in the air.

    “Fly over the north side of the fire,” said the photographer, “and make three or four low-level passes.”

    “Why?” asked the pilot.

    “Because I’m going to take pictures! I’m a photographer, and photographers take pictures!” said the photographer with great exasperation and impatience.

    After a long pause, the pilot said, “Wait, you mean you’re not the instructor?”

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  • Papal Pizza Plans: A Slice of Home

    With the first anniversary of the new pope approaching, Vatican staff were preparing a banquet and reviewing the menu with Leo.

    After a few minutes, Leo started looking distracted. When asked what was wrong, he said, “The food here at the Vatican is amazing, but I really miss good old Chicago-style deep-dish pizza. I would like you to serve that at my anniversary banquet.”

    Not having had any experience with it, they nevertheless agreed. Since there is no pizza oven in the Vatican, their kitchen staff went to a local pizzeria to use theirs. After a couple days of experimenting, they served Leo their first attempt at deep-dish pizza for lunch.

    “Yuck,” he said. “I don’t know what this is, but it’s certainly not deep-dish pizza!”

    For the next month, a couple of times a week, the Vatican chefs prepared another attempt, and each one was met with a similar reaction. With the banquet only two days away, Leo finally said, “I’ve had enough! You obviously aren’t able to figure this out on your own, so take me down to the pizzeria and I’ll show you how to make a deep-dish pizza.”

    So the pope went to the pizzeria and into the kitchen, and soon flour and sauce were flying everywhere. A local reporter stopped by to get lunch, gaped in surprise, and immediately got on the phone with her editor.

    “Are you aware of some VIP visiting Rome today?” she asked.

    He replied, “No—I haven’t heard anything. What’s up?”

    She said, “I don’t know for sure, but it must be someone really important: the pope is baking a pizza for him!”

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  • Anatomy Class: A Taste for the Unusual

    Some first-year medical students were attending their first anatomy class.

    They gathered around a table where a real dead body had been placed for study. The professor began by telling them that every good doctor must have two important qualities.

    “The first,” he said, “is that a doctor must never be disgusted by anything in the human body.”

    To demonstrate, he inserted his finger into the dead body’s anus, then put the finger in his mouth and tasted it. He then asked the students to repeat what he had done.

    The students were shocked and hesitated for several minutes, but eventually, one by one, they did the same thing. Each of them inserted a finger into the body’s anus and then tasted it.

    When everyone had finished, they stood there frowning and looking uncomfortable.

    The professor looked at them and smiled. “The second most important quality of a doctor,” he said, “is observation.”

    “I inserted my middle finger,” he continued, “but I tasted my index finger.”

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  • Zipped Up and Trucked Down!

    I forgot to zip my pants today, so a lady politely told me, “Sir, your garage is open.”

    I zipped them up and asked, “Did you see my monster truck parked inside?”

    The lady smiled and said, “No, just one small Toyota with two flat tires…”

    I’m still crying.

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  • Sell Drugs or Sell Logic: The Choice!

    Two drug dealers are given a chance by a judge to avoid prison…

    ​The judge tells them, “You guys don’t look like hardened criminals. I’ll give you a deal: I’m releasing you for 24 hours. Your job is to go out and convince as many people as possible to quit using drugs. If you’re successful, I’ll drop the charges. Come back tomorrow and report your numbers.”

    The next day, the first guy says, “Your Honor, I got 14 people to quit! I drew two circles: a big one and a tiny one. I told them the big one was their brain before drugs, and the tiny one was their brain after drugs.”

    The judge is impressed. He turns to the second guy. “And you?”

    “I got 165 people to quit, sir!”

    The judge is stunned. “165?! Did you use the same ‘brain’ circles?”

    “Sort of,” the guy says. “I pointed to the tiny circle and said, ‘Listen up, boys… this is what your asshole looks like before you go to prison.’”

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  • Captain’s Secret Weapon: The Red Vest!

    A merchant ship filled with gold is sailing in the Caribbean when the lookout in the crow’s nest suddenly cries out, “Pirate ship off the starboard bow!” The captain immediately orders, “Hoist the sails! Man the cannons! And bring me my red vest.”

    A fierce battle follows, and the pirates are driven off.

    The next day, the lookout calls again, “Pirate ship off the port bow!”

    Without hesitation, the captain shouts, “Hoist the sails! Man the cannons! And bring me my red vest.”

    Once more, the pirates are defeated.

    Two days later, the lookout bellows, “Pirate ship dead ahead!”

    The captain remains calm. “Hoist the sails! Man the cannons! And bring me my red vest.”

    Again, the pirates are beaten back.

    After the fight, the first mate approaches the captain. “Begging your pardon, sir, but why do you always ask for your red vest when we’re under attack?” The captain replies, “So that if I am wounded in battle, the crew will not see my blood and lose heart.”

    Three days later, the lookout’s voice rings out in alarm: “Three pirate ships off the starboard bow, the port bow, and dead ahead!”

    The captain turns to his first mate and says, “Hoist the sails! Man the cannons! And bring me my brown trousers.”

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  • Turpentine: A Horse’s Diarrhea Cure?

    A young farmer is having trouble with one of his horses, which is suffering from diarrhea. He doesn’t know what to do, so he seeks advice from the old farmer down the road.

    “Farmer John, surely you’ve seen this problem before. What should I do with a horse with diarrhea?” he asks.

    Farmer John smiles and says, “Well, a few years back one of my horses had that problem, and I gave him a drink of turpentine.”

    Relieved to have an answer, the young farmer runs home and administers the same treatment to his horse.

    Sadly, the next morning his horse is dead. He runs back over to Farmer John’s place.

    “John, I gave my horse turpentine, but he died!” the young farmer says.

    Farmer John nods thoughtfully and says, “Aye… mine did too.”

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  • Dave’s Daring Claim: Hollywood Reunion!

    Dave was bragging to his boss one day, “You know, I know everyone there is to know. Just name someone, anyone, and I know them.”

    Tired of his boasting, his boss called his bluff, “OK, Dave, how about Tom Cruise?”

    “No dramas boss, Tom and I are old friends, and I can prove it.” So Dave and his boss fly out to Hollywood and knock on Tom Cruise’s door, and Tom Cruise shouts,

    “Dave! What’s happening? Great to see you! Come on in for a chat!”

    Although impressed, Dave’s boss is still skeptical. After they leave Cruise’s house, he tells Dave that he thinks him knowing Cruise was just lucky.

    “No, no, just name anyone else,” Dave says.

    “Iron Mike Tyson” his boss quickly retorts.

    “Yup,” Dave says, “Old buddies, let’s fly out to New York,” and off they go.

    When they get there, Tyson spots Dave on the tour and motions him and his boss over, saying, “Dave, what a surprise, I was just on my way to the gym, but you and your friend come on in and let’s have a catch up.”

    Well, the boss is very shaken by now but still not totally convinced. After they leave Iron Mike Tyson’s house he expresses his doubts to Dave, who again implores him to name anyone else.

    “Pope Benedict” his boss replies.

    “Sure!” says Dave. “I’ve known the Pope for years.” So off they fly to Rome.

    Dave and his boss are assembled with the masses at the Vatican’s St. Peter’s Square when Dave says, “This will never work. I can’t catch the Pope’s eye among all these people. Tell you what, I know all the guards so let me just go upstairs and I’ll come out on the balcony with the Pope.” He disappears into the crowd headed towards the Vatican.

    Sure enough, half an hour later Dave emerges with the Pope on the balcony, but by the time Dave returns, he finds that his boss has had a heart attack and is surrounded by paramedics.

    Making his way to his boss’ side, Dave asks him, “What happened?”

    His boss looks up and says, “It was the final straw… you and the Pope came out onto the balcony and the man next to me said, “wait a minute, who the fuck is that on the balcony with Dave?”

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