Tone: humor

Humor humor, jokes, memes, and punchlines sorted by emotional damage level from Chaotic Meh — organized so the algorithm can pretend this place has adult supervision.

  • Baiting the Priest: A Fishy Tale!

    Two altar boys are fishing on a dock. One of the boys gets a bite and reels it in. He snatches it up and proclaims to the other altar boy, “Look at this big sum bitch!”

    The other altar boy says, “You can’t say that—you’re an altar boy.”

    To which he explains, “That’s the name of the fish: sum bitch.”

    “Wow, well that is a big sum bitch. Let’s go show it to the priest!”

    The two boys run up to the priest, yelling, “Priest, look at this big sum bitch we caught!”

    Priest: “You boys can’t talk like that—you’re altar boys!”

    Altar boys: “Priest, that’s the name of the fish: sum bitch.”

    Priest: “Well, that is a nice sum bitch. Let’s go catch some more of those sum bitches and show ’em to the cardinal!”

    So the priest and the boys catch some more of those sum bitches and carry them to show the cardinal.
    “Cardinal, look at all these sum bitches we caught!”

    Cardinal: “I should have you all excommunicated for language like that!”

    Altar boys: “Well, that’s the name of the fish: sum bitch.”

    Cardinal: “I never in my life have seen such a fine bunch of sum bitches. Let’s take them to the nun and see if she’ll cook up these sum bitches!”

    So the altar boys, the priest, and the cardinal go see the nun.

    “Nun! Can you cook up these sum bitches for us?!”

    Nun: “I ain’t cooking nothing if you boys are gonna talk like that!”

    Altar boys: “Nun, that’s the name of the fish: sum bitch!”

    Nun: “Well, since you boys went through the trouble of catching all these sum bitches, I reckon I could fry these sum bitches up!”
    That night, the pope is visiting town and sits down for supper with the altar boys, priest, cardinal, and nun.

    Altar boys: “I can’t believe we caught all these sum bitches!”

    Priest: “These are the best sum bitches I have ever eaten!”

    Cardinal: “Nun, you cooked these sum bitches just right!”

    Nun: “I sure did. You boys gotta catch some more of these sum bitches!”

    The pope looks around at everyone with a surprised look on his face. He cracks a grin and says, “Y’all motherfuckers are alright!”

  • Names That Stack Up: A Floral Mystery!

    A woman is walking home with her 3 daughters.

    The eldest daughter turns to her and asks, “Mummy, how did I get my name?”

    “Well sweetie, when we were bringing you home from the hospital, a rose petal landed on your head! So that’s why we named you Rose.”

    The second daughter, now curious, asks the same question.

    “Well darling, when we were bringing you home from the hospital, a lily petal landed on your head! So that’s why we named you Lily.”

    The third girl asks “HHGHGNGHGHNG?!?!?! DDDNBHGHBHNGHHH!!!”

    “Shhh, quiet now, Cinderblock.”

  • Prepared for College: Life’s Surprises Ahead!

    A young lad is on his way to college. His dad takes him aside and says, “Son, in college you are going to be surrounded by beautiful girls, so I got you something from the pharmacist.”

    The lad says, “Don’t worry, Dad. I have condoms.”

    His dad says, “Not condoms. I got you some anti-depressants.”

  • 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?”

  • Unexpected Truths: A Lesson in Stupidity

    A guy comes home from work, walks into his bedroom, and finds a stranger banging his wife.
    The guy says, “Hey! What the hell is going on here!?!”

    And his wife says to the stranger, “See? I told you he was stupid!”

  • 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!”

  • 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?”

  • 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!”