Tone: absurd

Absurd jokes, weird logic, surreal memes, and nonsense that somehow files taxes from Chaotic Meh — organized so the algorithm can pretend this place has adult supervision.

  • Jesus Christ! Are You Here Again?

    A drunk is sitting on the street curb in front of a bar. A stranger comes by and asks him if he’s all right.

    The drunk replies by asking, “Do you know who I am?”

    The stranger says, “No. Who are you?”

    The drunk proudly says, “I’m Jesus Christ… and I can prove it! Come with me!”

    They enter the bar and the bartender looks up and yells, “Jesus Christ! Are you here again?”

  • You Got Any Toilet Paper on Your Side?

    A drunk was staggering down the main street of town. Somehow, he managed to make it up the stairs to the cathedral and into the building, where he crashed from pew to pew. He finally made his way to a side aisle and into a confessional.

    A priest had been observing the man’s sorry progress. Figuring the fellow was in need of some assistance, he proceeded to enter his side of the confessional. His attention was rewarded only by a lengthy silence.

    Finally he asked, “May I help you, my son?”

    “I dunno,” came the drunk’s voice from behind the partition. “You got any toilet paper on your side?”

  • Beat the Shit Out of a Ghost

    An extremely modest man was in the hospital for a series of tests, the last of which had left his system upset. Upon making several false-alarm trips to the bathroom, he decided the latest was another and stayed put. He suddenly filled his bed with diarrhea and was embarrassed beyond his ability to remain rational.

    Losing his presence of mind, he jumped up, gathered up the bed sheets, and threw them out the hospital window. A drunk was walking by the hospital when the sheets landed on him. He started yelling, cursing, and swinging his arms wildly, which left the soiled sheets in a tangled pile at his feet.

    As the drunk stood there staring down at the sheets, a security guard who had watched the whole incident walked up and asked, “What the hell happened?”

    Still staring down, the drunk replied, “I think I just beat the shit out of a ghost!”

  • The Top 15 Signs You’re Drinking a Chick Beer

    15. Every time you have to hit the john, you find yourself asking a friend to come along.

    14. Warning label states: “Caution: May make ass look fat.”

    13. After a few, you find yourself arguing that figure skating actually is a sport.

    12. Your belches come out potpourri-scented.

    11. You still cry into your eighth one, but now it’s because the guy on the next stool is wearing the same outfit.

    10. The slogan: “Get that bloated feeling any day of the month!”

    9. The label boasts that it’s this month’s recommendation from Oprah’s Beer Club.

    8. Your desire to wear women’s panties is stronger than usual.

    7. When you squat to pee in the sink, you notice a fresh floral scent.

    6. After you’ve slammed a few, you find yourself at Blockbuster trying to decide between “Sleepless in Seattle” and “Waiting to Exhale.”

    5. Regis Philbin gets funnier with every sip!

    4. The can has a picture of a shirtless Fabio on the front and a bundt cake recipe on the back.

    3. “Who cares about the game? Will & Grace is on!”

    2. There’s no head unless you pour some liquor into it.

    1. Your man-boobs have started lactating.

    The Top 5 List — www.topfive.com
    Copyright 2003 by Chris White

  • It’s Friday

    Late one Friday night the policeman spotted a man driving very erratically through the streets of Dublin. They pulled the man over and asked him if he had been drinking that evening.

    “Aye, so I have. ’Tis Friday, you know, so me and the lads stopped by the pub where I had six or seven pints. And then there was something called ‘Happy Hour’ and they served these mar-gar-itos which are quite good. I had four or five o’ those. Then I had to drive me friend Mike home and o’ course I had to go in for a couple of Guinness — couldn’t be rude, ye know. Then I stopped on the way home to get another bottle for later…”

    And the man fumbled around in his coat until he located his bottle of whiskey, which he held up for inspection.

    The officer sighed and said, “Sir, I’m afraid I’ll need you to step out of the car and take a breathalyzer test.”

    Indignantly, the man said, “Why? Don’t ye believe me?!?”

  • Signs You’ve Had Enough to Drink

    You lose arguments with inanimate objects.

    You have to hold onto the lawn to keep from falling off the earth.

    Job interfering with your drinking.

    Your doctor finds traces of blood in your alcohol stream.

    Career won’t progress beyond Senator from Massachusetts.

    The back of your head keeps getting hit by the toilet seat.

    Sincerely believe alcohol to be the elusive fifth food group.

    Twenty-four hours in a day, twenty-four beers in a case — coincidence?? I think not!

    Two hands and just one mouth… now THAT’S a drinking problem!

    You can focus better with one eye closed.

    The parking lot seems to have moved while you were in the bar.

    You fall off the floor…

    Your twin sons are named Barley and Hops.

    Hey, five beers has just as many calories as a burger — screw dinner!

    Mosquitoes catch a buzz after attacking you.

    At AA meetings you begin: “Hi, my name is… uh…”

    Your idea of cutting back is less salt.

    You wake up in the bedroom, your underwear is in the bathroom, you fell asleep clothed.

    The whole bar says ‘Hi’ when you come in…

    You think the Four Basic Food Groups are Caffeine, Nicotine, Alcohol, and Women (or Men).

    Every night you’re beginning to find your roommate’s cat more and more attractive.

    Roseanne looks good.

    Don’t recognize wife unless seen through bottom of glass.

    That damned pink elephant followed me home again.

    Senators Kennedy and Packwood shake their heads when they walk past you.

    I’m as jober as a sudge.

    The shrubbery’s drunk from too frequent watering.

    You wake up screaming “TORO, TORO, TORO!” in the middle of the night.

  • The Top 14 TopFive.com Happy Hour Rules

    14. Management reserves the right to beat senseless anyone suggesting we get a karaoke machine.

    13. No stirring someone else’s drink with your buffalo wing bones.

    12. True happiness only. Satisfaction, beatitude, and gruntlement are not acceptable.

    11. Friday drink special: $2 “Sex Out Of Reach” shots.

    10. Make sure your Secret Service henchmen hide your empties from Laura.

    9. Anyone who’s not happy will be beaten with pool cues until they become happy.

    8. When falling off your chair, do not block aisles to the jukebox or restroom.

    7. We welcome our NRA and Girl Scout drinking buddies!

    6. Strict five-drink limit means somewhere around twelve to fifteen drinks.

    5. Absolutely no Sally Struthers.

    4. Good bar trick: Tying a knot in a cherry stem using only your tongue.
    Bad bar trick: Unzipping your pants using only your tongue.

    3. Designated drivers drink free all night!

    2. Calculating the value of pi on your cocktail napkin beyond thirty-two decimal places won’t leave room to write the phone number of the girl you’re trying to impre— Hey! Where’d she go?

    1. Confusing, hard-to-read signs on the restroom doors to be replaced with schematics of appropriate genitalia.

    The Top 5 List — www.topfive.com
    Copyright 2001 by Chris White

  • Top 56 Signs That You Have a Drinking Problem

    You lose arguments with inanimate objects.

    Clean Mode hides the spicy parts.
    Unleash Chaos

    You have to hold onto the lawn to keep from falling off the earth.

    Job interfering with your drinking.

    Your doctor finds traces of blood in your alcohol stream.

    Career won’t progress beyond Senator from Massachusetts.

    The back of your head keeps getting hit by the toilet seat.

    Sincerely believe alcohol to be the elusive fifth food group.

    Twenty-four hours in a day, twenty-four beers in a case — coincidence?? I think not!

    Two hands and just one mouth… now THAT’S a drinking problem!

    “Norm!” is what they say when you enter the bar.

    You can focus better with one eye closed.

    The parking lot seems to have moved while you were in the bar.

    Every woman you see has an exact twin.

    You wake up to find Windows 95 installed on your machine.

    You keep asking your wife “where are the kids?” but you don’t really have a wife and you’re talking to the refrigerator.

    You fall off the floor.

    You discover in the morning that liquid cleaning supplies have disappeared.

    Your twin sons are named Barley and Hops.

    Had your “Spuds McKenzie” tattoo removed, replaced it with “Red Dog.”

    Hey, five beers has just as many calories as a burger — screw dinner!

    Beer: it’s not just for breakfast anymore.

    The glass keeps missing your mouth.

    Bob Dole starts to make sense.

    When you go to donate blood and they ask what proof.

    Vampires get woozy after biting you.

    The only drinking problem is not having a drink right now.

    At an AA meeting you begin: “Hi, my name is… uh…”

    Your idea of cutting back is less seltzer.

    When vomiting becomes a relief.

    Having a hard time staying on the sidewalk — left, right, stumble, fall.

    You wake up in the bedroom, your underwear is in the bathroom.

    Barney, that dinosaur is damned funny!

    You think the Four Basic Food Groups are Caffeine, Nicotine, Alcohol, and Women.

    Every night you’re beginning to find your roommate’s cat more attractive.

    Hi occifer. I’m not under the affluence of incohol.

    Waking up with a traffic cone between your legs.

    No occifer, I’m not drunk… you’re just sober.

    Problem? I drink, I get drunk, I fall down… no problem.

    If on a diet, you cut back your food calories to allow for alcohol calories.

    Take me drunk, I’m home!

    The bottle’s empty… that’s the problem!

    You find yourself as the captain of the Exxon Valdez.

    You wake up naked lying in the corner of a bus depot.

    Roseanne looks good.

    Don’t recognize wife unless seen through bottom of bottle.

    You drink to get over a hangover.

    That damned pink elephant followed me home again.

    You are the proud owner of a porcelain bus driver’s license.

    The whisky ain’t working anymore.

    Senators Kennedy and Packwood shake their heads when they walk past you.

    You have a reserved parking space at the A&P.

    I’m as jober as a sudge!

    You consider yourself a workaholic, because every time you go to work, you want to have a beer!

    I slept with that damned pink elephant again.

    Mosquitoes spiral down to the ground in circles after biting you.

    Newt Gingrich… he’s soooo sexy.

  • I’m Going Home to Screw the Cat

    Three mice were sitting in a bar talking about how tough they were. The first mouse slams a shot and says, “I play with mouse traps for fun. I’ll run into one on purpose and as it is closing on me, I grab the bar and bench press it twenty or thirty times.” And with that he slams another shot.

    The second mouse slams a shot and says, “That’s nothing. I take those D-Con tablets, cut them up and snort them just for the fun of it.” And with that he slams another shot.

    The third mouse slams a shot, gets up and walks away.

    The first two mice look at each other, and then turn to the third mouse and ask, “Where the heck are you going?”

    The third mouse stops and replies, “I’m going home to screw the cat.”

  • You’re Sitting on the Mop Bucket

    A drunk gets up from the bar and heads for the restroom. A few minutes later, a loud, blood-curdling scream is heard. A few minutes after that, another loud scream reverberates through the bar. The bartender goes to investigate why the drunk is screaming.

    “What’s all the screaming about in there? You’re scaring my customers!”

    “I’m just sitting here on the toilet and every time I try to flush, something comes up and squeezes the hell out of my balls.”

    With that, the bartender opens the door, looks in and says, “You idiot! You’re sitting on the mop bucket!”