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.
A little boy is in the shower with his mom.
“Mom, what’s that hairy thing in between your legs?”
She says, “That? Oh, that’s my sponge.”
Boy goes, “Ohhh okay, makes sense.”
He pauses and smiles, “Yeah, the babysitter has one too.”
Mom freezes. “Oh really?”
Boy: “Yep. I’ve seen her using it to wash Dad’s face.”
I told a joke on a Zoom meeting and no one laughed.
It turns out I’m not remotely funny.
A retired salesman named Pete gets stranded after his fishing boat capsizes in the Pacific.
After wandering for days, he stumbles onto a small island community whose longtime mayor has just passed away.
The town’s old preacher tells Pete that since he’s the first newcomer they’ve seen in years, he has to pass three challenges to be accepted as the new leader.
“Alright,” Pete says, brushing off his shirt, “just tell me what I’ve gotta do.”
The preacher walks him over to three little beach shacks and explains the rules.
“In the first shack, there are ten gallons of our homemade moonshine, and you have to drink every drop.”
“In the second shack, there’s a mean old gator with a rotten tooth, and you have to pull it out.”
“In the third shack, there’s the former mayor’s daughter, and you have to satisfy her completely.”
Pete nods and heads straight into the first shack.
Three hours later, he staggers out, swaying like a palm tree in a hurricane, and marches toward the second shack.
The preacher asks if he’d like to lie down for a spell, but Pete waves him off and disappears inside.
After a long stretch of growling, crashing, and splashing, Pete finally stumbles back out, scratched up, muddy, and bleeding.
He squints at the preacher and slurs, “Alright… now where’s the girl with the rotten tooth?”
A defendant was on trial for murder in Philadelphia.
There was strong evidence indicating guilt, but there was no corpse.
In the defense’s closing statement the lawyer, knowing that his client would probably be convicted, resorted to a trick.
“Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, I have a surprise for you all,” the lawyer said as he looked at his watch. “Within one minute, the person presumed dead in this case will walk into this courtroom.”
He looked toward the courtroom door. The jurors, somewhat stunned, all looked on eagerly.
A minute passed. Nothing happened.
Finally the lawyer said, “Actually, I made up the previous statement. But you all looked on with anticipation. I, therefore, put it to you that there is reasonable doubt in this case as to whether anyone was killed and insist that you return a verdict of not guilty.”
The jury, clearly confused, retired to deliberate.
A few minutes later, the jury returned and pronounced a verdict of guilty.
“But how?” inquired the lawyer. “You must have had some doubt; I saw all of you stare at the door.”
Answered the jury foreman: “Oh, we did look. But your client didn’t.”
Wife: Hey babe! I have to be honest with you about something.
Husband: Okay?
Wife: So the other night when you went out and you weren’t answering any of my texts or calls, I kind of went a little crazy.
Husband: (alarmed) What have you done?
Wife: I looked through your car and I couldn’t find any hair.
Husband: Of course, you’re not gonna find any hair.
Wife: So, you’re messing with bald bitches now? Is that what we’re into now? You go from one extreme to the next… like bald bitches.
Husband: Aaaaaaaaaaaaah!
A man walked into a small-town antique store looking for a dining table.
Right away, he spotted the perfect one and asked the owner how much it cost.
“Two thousand dollars,” the owner said.
“Two thousand? That’s outrageous!” the man replied.
“Normally I’d agree,” said the owner, “but this isn’t an ordinary table. It has special powers.”
“Special powers? Prove it,” the man said.
The owner leaned over the table and asked, “How many floors are in this building?”
The table suddenly hopped into the air four times.
And sure enough, there were four floors.
The man raised an eyebrow.
“Alright,” he said, “ask it how much cash I’ve got in my wallet.”
The owner asked the question.
The table jumped eleven times.
“That’s amazing!” the man said. “I’ve got two five-dollar bills and a single. That’s eleven dollars exactly. I’ll take it.”
He paid the two thousand dollars, and the table was delivered the next day.
While it was being set up, his buddy stopped by to see the new purchase.
“It’s not just a table,” the man said proudly. “Watch this.”
He cleared his throat and asked, “How much money does my wife have in her bank account?”
The table went wild.
It started bouncing up and down nonstop.
Five minutes passed.
Then ten.
It was still going.
The man stared in disbelief.
“How on earth does she have that much money?” he muttered.
Suddenly, the table gave one last violent jump.
Its legs split apart.
And the drawers dropped straight to the floor.
A priest and pastor are standing on the side of the road. They are holding a sign that reads, “The end is near! Turn around now before it’s too late!”
A passing driver yells, “You guys are nuts!” And speeds past them.
From around the corner they can hear screeching tires — then a big splash.
The priest turns to the pastor and says, “Do you think we should just put a sign up that says ‘Bridge Out’ instead?”
Bill wakes up at home with a huge hangover.
He forces himself to open his eyes, and the first thing he sees is a couple of aspirins and a glass of water on the side table.
He sits down and sees his clothing in front of him, all clean and pressed.
Bill looks around the room and sees that it is in perfect order, spotless, and clean. So’s the rest of the house.
He takes the aspirins and notices a note on the table: “Honey, breakfast is on the stove, I left early to go shopping. Love you.”
So he goes to the kitchen and sure enough, there is a hot breakfast and the morning newspaper.
His son is also at the table, eating.
Bill asks, “Son, what happened last night?”
His son says, “Well, you came home after 3 A.M., drunk and delirious. Broke some furniture, puked in the hallway, and gave yourself a black eye when you stumbled into the door.”
Confused, Bill asks, “So, why is everything in order and so clean, and breakfast is on the table waiting for me?”
His son replies, “Oh that! Mom dragged you to the bedroom, and when she tried to take your pants off you said, ‘Lady leave me alone, I’m married!’”
