Tone: ironic

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

  • Stop Limiting Yourself

    Stop Limiting Yourself

    If having one glass of wine makes you happy, imagine having seven. Stop limiting yourself.

  • Rule 1: Never Publicly Share Sensitive Data

    Rule 1: Never Publicly Share Sensitive Data

    Rule 1: Never publicly share sensitive data over the internet.

  • My master’s in Reverse Psychology

    You guys really shouldn’t make a big deal out of me just because I got my master’s in Reverse Psychology.

  • Tends to be yellower

    The rain falls upon the just and unjust alike, though the rain that falls upon the just tends to be yellower.

  • I didn’t think it hurt that much

    I said to my wife, “They say that childbirth is the most painful thing someone can experience…”
    “Now, maybe I was too young to remember, but I didn’t think it hurt that much.”

  • Fuck Him, Give Him Five Dollars

    A mailman was delivering mail on Christmas Eve when a beautiful middle-aged woman stopped him and said, “Can you come inside the house real quick?”

    The mailman was intrigued and followed her inside.

    She took him to the bedroom, started taking her clothes off, and they had sex.

    After it was over, he got dressed to leave, and she handed him a five-dollar bill.

    The mailman, confused, asked, “What was all this for?”

    She said, “My husband and I were discussing Christmas gifts, and I asked him if we should give anything to the mailman.”

    “He said, ‘Ahh, fuck him, give him five dollars.’”

  • I Washed Them the Day Before

    Jerry and Stan are walking down the street when they see a stunning woman in a first-floor window blowing kisses at them.

    Jerry says, “Hey, look at that! That woman is blowing kisses at me!”

    Stan replies, “Just ignore her. Don’t pay her any mind.”

    The woman then gestures for Jerry to come up to her apartment.

    Jerry says, “Did you see that? She’s calling for me!”

    Stan insists, “Man, don’t go up there!”

    Jerry asks, “Why not? Why don’t you want me to go see her?”

    Stan pleads, “Dude, just listen to me. Don’t go!”

    Jerry ignores him and runs into the building.

    The woman comes down to meet him, and they go up to her apartment.

    Just as they are about to get into bed, they hear a car horn outside.

    The woman looks out the window and says, “Oh no, that’s my husband!”

    “Crap!” Jerry exclaims.

    “Don’t worry,” she says, pointing to a large pile of clothes. “I’ll just tell him you’re the new housekeeper. Here, start ironing these clothes.”

    Because the husband stays home all day, Jerry spends the entire day ironing.

    The next day, Jerry goes to Stan’s house and tells him the whole story.

    “You won’t believe what happened. Her husband came home, and to avoid suspicion, she had me iron a huge pile of clothes. I was stuck there ironing all day!”

    “I told you not to go,” sighs Stan. “All those clothes you spent the day ironing? I washed them the day before.”

  • My Husband’s Home!

    Dave pulled up a stool at his favorite bar and announced, “My wife must love me more than any woman has ever loved any man!”

    The bartender asked, “What makes you say that?”

    Dave beamed with pride. “Last week, I had to take a couple of sick days from work.”

    “She was so thrilled to have me around that every time a mailman or delivery guy came by, she’d run down the driveway waving her arms and hollering, ‘My husband’s home! My husband’s home!’”

  • Nope — I Slept With Your Wife

    A man walks into a bar.

    The bartender asks, “Why the long face?”

    The man replies, “I just found out my wife is sleeping with another man. I’ve decided I’m going to drink myself to death.”

    The bartender looks shocked and says, “I’m sorry, I can’t help you kill yourself.”

    The man asks, “Well, what would you do in my situation?”

    The bartender puffs himself up a bit and says, “If I found out a guy was sleeping with my wife, I wouldn’t sit around feeling sorry for myself. I’d kill the guy.”

    The man jumps up from his stool and shouts, “That’s a great idea! Thanks!” Then he runs out of the bar.

    A couple of hours go by, and the bartender starts to get nervous. Then the man walks back in with a smile on his face.

    “Did you kill the guy?” the bartender asks nervously.

    “Nope,” the man says. “I slept with your wife. Whiskey, please.”

  • I can’t do anything about it

    The company I work for is knowingly making defective whistles.
    I can’t do anything about it.