Pg-13 humor, jokes, memes, and questionable punchlines from Chaotic Meh — organized so the algorithm can pretend this place has adult supervision.
A guy finds an old lamp in the desert. He rubs it and a genie pops out. The genie tells the guy he has two wishes.
The guy says, “I always thought it was three wishes.”
The genie says, “Check your pants.”
The guy looks down and says, “Woah, it’s huge!”
And the genie says, “I’ve been doing this for a long time.”
A guy from the city decides he wants to go duck hunting. He’s out for several days before he even catches sight of a duck. Finally, he sees the perfect duck, takes aim, and fires. The duck falls, hits a barn, and goes into a farmer’s yard.
The hunter climbs over the fence and goes into the farmer’s yard to get the duck. As soon as the hunter bends over to pick up the duck, this huge farmer comes out of the house. He takes one look at the hunter and says, “What are you doing in my yard?”
The hunter points at the duck and says, “I’ve come to get the duck. It’s my duck.”
The farmer says, “That’s not your duck. This is my yard. That duck fell and hit my barn.”
The hunter is not about to give up the duck. He says, “That’s not your duck. I shot the duck. I’ve been out hunting for a couple of days. Give me a break. You know, I’m from the city.”
The farmer says, “You’re from the city? Well, you don’t understand about how property works in the country, do you? This is my property. It’s my duck. But, I’m a fair guy, so I’ll give you a chance to get the duck by settling our disagreement country style.”
The hunter says, “Country style?”
The farmer nods, a great big smile on his face, and says, “Yeah. Country style.”
The hunter frowns and asks, “How do you settle it country style?”
The farmer’s smile gets even wider, and he says, “I kick you in the groin. And then you kick me in the groin. And we take turns kicking each other in the groin. Whoever’s left standing keeps the duck.”
The hunter does not like the sound of that, but he wants the duck. So he says, “Well, if that’s what I have to do.”
The farmer nods and says, “I go first.” He hauls off and…WHACK. He kicks the hunter square in the groin. The hunter falls to the ground, clutching his groin and moaning in pain.
After several minutes of rolling around in the dirt, the hunter manages to climb back up to his feet. He takes a deep breath and says, “Okay. I guess it’s my turn.”
The farmer shrugs and says, “You can have the duck.”
Sally, Billy Ray’s wife, pregnant with her first child, was at her obstetrician’s office. When the exam was over, she said, “My husband wants me to ask you…”
“I know, I know,” the doctor said, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “I get asked that all the time. Sex is fine until late in the pregnancy.”
“No, that’s not it at all,” Sally answered. “Billy Ray wants to know if I can still mow the yard.”
Returning home from work, a blonde was shocked to find her house ransacked and burglarized…
She telephoned the police at once and reported the crime.
The police dispatcher broadcast the call and a K-9 unit patrolling nearby was the first to respond.
As the K-9 officer approached the house with his dog on a leash, the blonde ran out on the porch, shuddered at the sight of the cop and his dog, then sat down on the steps.
Putting her face in her hands, she moaned, “I come home to find all my possessions stolen. I call the police for help, and what do they do? They send me a BLIND policeman!”
Old Doc Henderson had been wanting to get out to his deer stand for weeks, and one Thursday morning he decided enough was enough — the fish and the deer weren’t going to wait forever.
He pulled his janitor, Clarence, aside and said, “Clarence, I need a favor. I’m going to head out to the woods for the day. You think you can hold down the fort here at the clinic? Answer the phone, show folks in, handle anything minor. I’ll give you fifty dollars.”
Clarence puffed up a little. “Doc, you can count on me.” So Doc Henderson grabbed his rifle and his thermos and headed out, and Clarence settled behind the front desk like a man born to the role.
The next morning, Doc came back and found Clarence looking very pleased with himself.
“Well, Clarence? How did things go?”
“Smooth as silk, Doc,” Clarence said, leaning back in his chair. “Three patients total. First fellow came in complaining of a headache. I gave him a couple of Tylenol and a glass of water and sent him on his way.”
“Good thinking,” Doc said. “Second patient?”
“Lady with a stomachache. I found some Maalox in the cabinet, gave her a dose, and she felt better almost right away.”
“Excellent,” said Doc. “And the third?”
Clarence’s expression shifted just slightly. He cleared his throat.
“Well,” he said, “I was out back having my afternoon cigarette when I heard the front door fly open. I came back inside and found a woman standing in the waiting room in quite a state — very agitated, very distressed.
Before I could say a word, she had kicked off her shoes, thrown her coat over a chair, and stretched herself right out on the examination table. And she looked up at me and hollered, ‘Please help me — I haven’t seen a man in over two years!’”
Doc Henderson stared. “Good lord, Clarence. What in the world did you do?”
Clarence shrugged calmly. “Put drops in her eyes.”
One evening, a wife was trying on her brand-new dress in front of the mirror.
Feeling confident and excited, she walked over to her husband with a sweet smile.
Husband: “Well… from the hair, you look like an 18-year-old girl.”
Husband: “From the face, you look like a 20-year-old girl.”
Husband: “And from the body… wow, like a 22-year-old girl!”
Wife: “Aww… stop it, you’re making me blush…”
Wife: “So… overall, how old do I look?”
Husband: “Well… just add them all together.”
