I was at a speed dating event, looking for a partner who can light my cigarette.
The first candidate started telling me about how smoking is actually really bad for me.
I told him that I appreciate his intention, but it’s not a match.
Pg-13 humor, jokes, memes, and questionable punchlines from Chaotic Meh — organized so the algorithm can pretend this place has adult supervision.
Note to self: It’s not “boner-fide” opportunity. Follow-up note to self: Who cares? I got the job!
I know it’s called a blow JOB, but I really don’t think the interview was necessary.
Just my luck, I picked up the *karma* sutra book instead of the *kama* sutra. I guess what cums around goes around.
I taught my testicles to sing the blues. It kinda makes sense, as that’s the color they are most of the time.
It seems reasonable to think that a “crap shoot” and a “poop shoot” are pretty much the same thing, but it turns out that they aren’t. Also, sometimes when something happens in Vegas, word spreads to Atlantic City.
Tip for the guys: If you’re hung like a mouse, don’t get waxed; the technician may mistake your member for an unusually tough pube.
Usually when I jot something down on my hand as a reminder, it’s along the lines of, “Because of the infected calluses, use Lefty this week.”
I love it when you say things at work that can sound dirty, like “When do you get off?” or “Hey, wanna fuck me on the copier?”
I can’t believe that dude was offended when I asked him if he enjoyed doing doggy styles. I guess pet groomers are just thin-skinned.