Dark humor, jokes, memes, and punchlines sorted by emotional damage level from Chaotic Meh — organized so the algorithm can pretend this place has adult supervision.
When I’m sitting in a restaurant with a date and she asks, “Do you mind if I smoke?” I always feel like saying, “No, but do you mind if I sit here beside you and discreetly masturbate under the tablecloth?”
Regrettably, I never do, since by the time she gets around to asking about the cigarette, I’m usually half finished and have no intention of stopping anyway.
We recently opened a shelter for the poor, needy, and the impotent.
The poor and needy showed up, but the impotent couldn’t come.
Trump and Elon Musk are on a plane.
Trump says to Elon Musk, “I could drop $1 to the ground, and it would make one person happy—tremendous happiness, happiest ever!”
Elon replies, “I could drop 100 one-dollar bills to the ground and make 100 people happy!”
The pilot walks out of the cockpit and says, “I could drop this plane to the ground and make 8.2 billion people happy!”
A bear and a bunny rabbit were pooping next to each other in the woods. The bear asked the bunny if it had problems with poop sticking to its fur.
The bunny replied with a soft, “No, Mr. Bear, I don’t have a problem with poop sticking to my fur.”
So, the bear wiped its butt with the bunny rabbit.
I saw a guy carrying a screaming toddler across the parking lot.
He noticed me looking at him and said, “He’s mine. I’m not stealing him or anything.”
Before I could reply, he added, “If I was gonna take one, it definitely wouldn’t be this asshole.”
Jesus is hanging on the cross and calls out to one of his apostles…
“Peter, Peter!” Jesus cries.
Peter, down at the bottom of Calvary Hill, hears his Lord’s call and runs as fast as he can toward the sound of the voice. He ducks and weaves through the crowd until he’s spotted by a Roman soldier. The soldier cuts Peter’s left arm off and kicks him back down the hill.
Jesus calls out again, his voice weakening: “Peter, Peter.”
Though weak himself from his injury, Peter gets to his feet and begins up the hill again. Peter makes it past the first soldier and a bit farther up the hill when a second Roman soldier cuts off Peter’s other arm and kicks him back down the hill. Peter lies bleeding out when he hears the weakening voice of Jesus yet again.
“Peter… Peter,” Jesus beckons.
Peter musters his strength and stands. He begins his third attempt at climbing the hill. The first soldier is occupied and doesn’t notice Peter. The second soldier is busy beating another man. But when Peter is just about to reach the foot of the cross, a third soldier draws his sword, cuts off Peter’s left leg, and kicks him back down the hill. Peter, now nearly dead, hears Jesus call out one last time.
Now just a whisper, Jesus calls, “Peter… Peter…”
Peter, now looking more like a snake than a man, begins slithering his way back up the hill on his belly. The first, second, and third soldiers take no notice of Peter while he slowly makes his way through the blood and the mud. Peter can feel his strength waning as he finally reaches the top of the hill. Peter collapses at the foot of the cross and calls out to his Lord, “My Lord Jesus, why dost thou beckon me?”
Jesus gazes down upon his faithful apostle and says, “Peter, Peter… I can see your house from up here.”
What did Spartacus say when the lion ate his wife?
Nothing. He was gladiator.
I asked my North Korean friend how it was there.
He said he couldn’t complain.
My friend asked me to say a few words at his wife’s funeral, so I stepped up to the podium, cleared my throat, and said, “Curvy, shapely, voluptuous, generously proportioned, full-figured…”
He stopped me and said, “Dude, what are you saying??”
I replied, “Sorry… it was just a figure of speech.”
A man is having a terrible day. He’s broke and needs to get his mind off things. He goes to a brothel, hoping to clear his mind. Beautiful women are lined up waiting for his choice.
He talks to the madame and says, “I only have $10 to my name. Is there anyone who will fuck me?”
The madame talks with some of the girls and heads to the back room. She comes back a while later.
She tells him only one prostitute will sleep with him: Sandpaper Sally. She’s at the end of the hall.
Nervously, he walks down the hall and enters the room. A woman who isn’t the worst-looking greets him. After warming him up a bit, she begins to fuck him. Her name held true. The man was so uncomfortable while fucking that he had to stop.
He said, “I can’t do this. It’s too painful.”
Sally says, “Hang on, I’ll be right back.” She leaves for the bathroom.
The man is trying to recover. Sally comes back a little while later, and they go at it again. This time it was AMAZING. It was wet and soft. He came, and it was one of the best orgasms he has ever had.
Astonished, he looks at Sandpaper Sally and asks, “What did you do in the bathroom?”
She gives a small smile and says, “I picked off all of the scabs.”
