Tone: irreverent

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

  • Satan Meets His Match in Church

    A few minutes before the services started, the townspeople were sitting in their pews and talking. Suddenly, Satan appeared at the front of the church.

    Everyone started screaming and running for the front entrance, trampling each other in a frantic effort to get away from evil incarnate.

    Soon everyone had exited the church except for one elderly gentleman who sat calmly in his pew without moving, seeming oblivious to the fact that God’s ultimate enemy was in his presence.

    So Satan walked up to the old man and said, “Don’t you know who I am?” The man replied, “Yep, sure do.”

    “Aren’t you afraid of me?” Satan asked.

    “Nope, sure ain’t,” said the man.

    “Don’t you realize I can kill you with a word?” asked Satan.

    “Don’t doubt it for a minute,” returned the old man, in an even tone.

    “Did you know that I could cause you profound, horrifying, physical AGONY… for all eternity?” persisted Satan.

    “Yep,” was the calm reply.

    “And you’re still not afraid?” asked Satan.

    “Nope.”

    More than a little perturbed, Satan asked, “Well, why aren’t you afraid of me?!”

    The man calmly replied, “Been married to your sister for the last 48 years.”

    Share:TwitterFacebookLinkedinRedditWhatsappEmail

  • Calling Crisco in the Supermarket

    A little old guy is walking around in a supermarket calling out, “Crisco, Crissssssscoooo!”

    Clean Mode hides the spicy parts.
    Unleash Chaos

    Soon an assistant manager approaches and says, “Sir, the Crisco is in aisle 3.”

    The old guy replies, “Oh, I’m not looking for the cooking stuff. I’m calling my wife. She’s in here somewhere.”

    The clerk is astonished.

    “Your wife’s name is Crisco?”

    The old guy answers, “Oh no, no, no. I only call her that when we’re out in public.”

    “I see,” said the clerk. “What do you call her at home?”

    “Lard ass.”

    Share:TwitterFacebookLinkedinRedditWhatsappEmail

  • Pulled Over for Swerving

    The police pulled me over last night and said, “Sir, do you realize how badly your car was swerving between lanes?”

    Clean Mode hides the spicy parts.
    Unleash Chaos

    I said, “I’ve had eight drinks, officer.”

    The officer replied, “Sir, that’s no excuse to let your wife drive.”

    Share:TwitterFacebookLinkedinRedditWhatsappEmail

  • The Doctor Visit

    Patient: “Doc, my bum hurts…”

    Doctor: “Where specifically does it hurt?”

    Patient: “Right around the entrance.”

    Doctor: “Yeah well that’s the exit. As long as you think it’s an entrance, it’ll continue to hurt.”

    Share:TwitterFacebookLinkedinRedditWhatsappEmail

  • Little Johnny Uses a Big Word

    Little Johnny was asked to use the word “obituary” in a sentence by the teacher…

    So Johnny thought for a second and then said, “Oh bitch, you worry about me finishing my homework too much!”

    Share:TwitterFacebookLinkedinRedditWhatsappEmail

  • Put Me Down for a Five

    Police have been called to an apartment, and upon arrival find a woman holding a bloody 3-iron standing over a lifeless man.

    Clean Mode hides the spicy parts.
    Unleash Chaos

    The detective asks, “Ma’am, is that your husband?”

    “Yes,” says the woman.

    “Did you hit him with that golf club?”

    “Yes, yes, I did.”

    The woman begins to sob, drops the club, and puts her hands on her face.

    “How many times did you hit him?”

    “I don’t know — put me down for a five.”

    Share:TwitterFacebookLinkedinRedditWhatsappEmail

  • They Just Call It Tuesday

    My grandfather said he’d never move into a retirement home.
    He said, “Too expensive… and the food tastes like someone boiled sadness.”

    Clean Mode hides the spicy parts.
    Unleash Chaos

    Instead, he checked into a beachfront hotel.
    We asked, “Grandpa, isn’t that even more expensive?”

    He smiled and said, “Not really.
    At the retirement home, I’d pay $200 a day for cold meatloaf and no visitors.
    But here? For $150 a day, I get ocean views, room service, fresh towels, a pool…
    …and suddenly all my grandkids remember I exist every weekend.”

    Then he leaned back in his chair and delivered the final line like a mob boss:
    “And if I die in the hotel lobby, the manager will actually look disappointed.
    But at the nursing home? They just call it Tuesday.”

    Share:TwitterFacebookLinkedinRedditWhatsappEmail

  • Thatll Put an End to That Nonsense

    Two guys in their mid-twenties are sitting at a bar having a beer.

    One of the guys remarks to the other, “Boy, you look really tired!” His friend replies, “Dude, I’m exhausted. My girlfriend wants sex all the time – three, four, sometimes even six times a night! She wakes me up at all hours. I just don’t know what to do!”

    A fellow in his seventies is sitting a few bar stools down from them and overhears their conversation. He looks over at the two men and, showing the wisdom of his age, says, “Marry her. That’ll put an end to that nonsense!”

    Share:TwitterFacebookLinkedinRedditWhatsappEmail

  • Irish Viagra

    An Irish woman of a certain age went to see her doctor and asked if there was anything he could prescribe to help revive her husband’s love life.

    “Have you tried Viagra?” the doctor asked.

    “Not a hope,” she replied. “The man won’t even take a paracetamol.”

    “No problem,” said the doctor. “Try what we call ‘Irish Viagra.’ Slip a tablet into his coffee. He’ll never notice it. Give it a go and ring me next week to let me know how you get on.”

    Well, she didn’t even last the week before calling him back.

    “Doctor!” she cried. “Faith and begorrah, it was awful! Absolutely terrible!”

    “Really?” the doctor asked. “What happened?”

    “Well, I did exactly what you said and dropped the tablet into his coffee. The effect was nearly instant. He leapt to his feet with a wild sparkle in his eye and his trousers bulging like a circus tent!”

    The doctor said, “Good heavens.”

    “Before I knew it, he swept the cups clean off the table, tore me clothes clean off me back, and took me there and then, right on the tabletop!”

    “So why was it so terrible?” asked the doctor. “Was the sex not good?”

    “Good?” she shouted. “It was the best sex I’ve had in twenty-five years!” She paused dramatically.

    “But I’ll never be able to show me face in Starbucks again!”

    Share:TwitterFacebookLinkedinRedditWhatsappEmail

  • The End of the Line

    A young man goes into the Job Centre in Sydney, and sees an ad for a Gynaecologist’s Assistant.

    Interested, he goes to learn more.

    “Can you give me some more details on this job?” he asks the clerk.

    The clerk pulls up the file and says, “The job entails getting the women ready for the gynaecological consult. You have to help them out of their underwear, lay them down, and carefully wash their private regions, then apply shaving foam and gently shave off the hair, then rub in soothing oils so that they’re ready for the examination. There’s an annual salary of $75,000, but you’re going to have to go to Perth – other side of the country.”

    The man says, “Oh, is that where the job is?”

    The clerk says, “No sir. That’s where the end of the line is right now.”

    Share:TwitterFacebookLinkedinRedditWhatsappEmail