Tone: witty

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

  • Some Really Terrible Things for Money

    In my day, I’ve done some really terrible things for money.

    Like getting up early to go to work.

  • Sails Are Going Through the Roof

    I started a business making yachts in the attic.

    Sails are going through the roof.

  • Boat for Sale

    An old woman goes to the newspaper office after her husband died.

    She says to the person at the front desk that she needs to get an obituary published for her husband.

    She gets brought into an office and is asked what she wants the obituary to say.

    The woman thinks and says, “Fred Smith died.”

    The reporter looks at her and says, “Ma’am, you can have it say more than that if you want.”

    So the little old lady thinks for a second and says, “Fred Smith died. Boat for sale.”

  • A Solid 10 But Also Imaginary

    My girlfriend is like the square root of -100.

    A solid 10, but also imaginary.

  • Theyre Looking for Us With Lanterns

    Jack and John went camping. After setting up their tent and relaxing for a while, it got dark and suddenly they were surrounded by mosquitoes. So they quickly got inside the tent and hid under the blanket.

    After some time, Jack decided to peek outside. He lifted the blanket and slightly opened the tent door, only to see a bunch of fireflies glowing outside.

    He immediately jumped back under the blanket and whispered to John:

    “Don’t go out… they’re looking for us with lanterns.”

  • I Learned Next to Nothing

    I was so bored that I memorized six pages of the dictionary, and I learned next to nothing.

  • What’s Your Husband’s Number

    My wife’s sister visited us yesterday in her brand new Porsche…

    Clean Mode hides the spicy parts.
    Unleash Chaos

    Astonished, my wife asked her, “How could you afford this?!”

    “You know, a blow job every now and again makes my husband very generous,” she replied.

    Surprised, my wife turned to me and winked, “I think I’ll start doing that.”

    “Me too,” I replied, turning to my sister-in-law. “What’s your husband’s number?”

  • Do You Have a Weedeater

    Two Tennessee rednecks decided they weren’t going anywhere in life and thought they should go to college to get ahead.

    Bubba turns to Billy Ray and says, “Tomorrow I think I’ll go to the Community College, and sign up for some classes.”

    Billy Ray really doesn’t think very much, but says that he’ll go along for the ride.

    The next day, Bubba and Billy Ray go down to the Community College, and Bubba meets the Admissions Counselor. After a short discussion, the Counselor signs Bubba up for the four basic classes: Math, English, History, and Logic.

    “Logic?” Bubba says. “What the heck is that?”

    Well, the Counselor says, “I’ll show you. Do you own a weedeater?”

    “Yeah, I sure do,” says Bubba.

    “Then I can assume, using logic, that because you own a weedeater, you must have a yard,” replied the Counselor.

    “Hey, that’s really good!” replied Bubba.

    The Counselor continued, “Logic will also tell me that since you have a yard, you also probably own a house.”

    Impressed, the redneck said, “That’s amazing, yes, I do have a house!”

    “And because you have a house, and a yard, you might also logically have a family,” said the Counselor.

    “Hey, this is some good stuff! Yes, I do have a family!” says Bubba.

    The Counselor said, “I’m not done yet. Because you have a family, then logically you must have a wife.”

    “Yes, I sure do have a wife, her name is Betty Sue,” said Bubba.

    The redneck was starting to catch on.

    “Finally, since you have a wife, logically I can assume that you are probably heterosexual,” said the Counselor.

    “You’re absolutely right! Why that’s the most fascinatin’ thing I ever heard, figuring all that out ’cause I own a weedeater! I can’t wait to take this logic class!” said Bubba.

    The redneck, so proud of the new world opening up to him, walked back into the hallway where Billy Ray was waiting.

    “So what classes are ya takin’?” asked Billy Ray.

    “Math, English, History, and Logic!” replied Bubba.

    “Logic?” Billy Ray says. “What’s that?”

    Bubba says, “I’ll show you. Do you have a weedeater?”

    “No.”

    Perplexed, Bubba ponders for a moment, then says, “Then you’re homosexual, ain’t ya.”

  • Perfect Eyesight on the Fairway

    Arthur is 75 years old…

    He’s played golf every day since his retirement 15 years ago.

    One day, he arrives home looking downcast.

    “That’s it,” he tells his wife. “I’m giving up golf. My eyesight has become so bad that once I hit the ball, I couldn’t see where it went.”

    His wife sympathizes and makes him a cup of tea.

    As they sit down, she says, “Why don’t you take my brother with you and give it one more try?”

    “That’s no good,” sighs Arthur, “your brother is 85. He can’t help.”

    “He may be 85,” says the wife, “but his eyesight is perfect.”

    So the next day, Arthur heads off to the golf course with his brother-in-law. He tees up, takes a mighty swing and squints down the fairway. He turns to the brother-in-law and says, “Did you see the ball?”

    “Of course I did!” the brother-in-law answers. “I have perfect eyesight.”

    “Where did it go?” Arthur asks.

    “I don’t remember.”

  • The Pope as His Chauffeur

    While visiting the United States, the Pope tells his limo driver that he suddenly has the urge to drive.

    The driver, being a devoted Catholic, would never dream of refusing the Pope, so he climbs into the back seat while the Pope takes the wheel.

    They’re cruising down the highway at nearly 80 mph when a police officer spots them and pulls them over.

    The officer radios headquarters:

    “Chief, I’ve pulled over a limo with a very important VIP inside.”

    The chief asks, “Who is it? The mayor?”

    “No, someone more important.”

    “The governor?”

    “More important.”

    “The President?!”

    “No, even more important.”

    Now irritated, the chief says, “Who could possibly be more important than the President?”

    The policeman calmly whispered, “I’ll put it to you this way, Chief… I don’t know who this guy is, but he’s got the Pope as his chauffeur.”