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.

  • Stuck Up Cunts

    What did one tampon say to the other? Nothing.

    They’re stuck up cunts.

  • Uncle Brian Takes Monopoly Very Seriously

    After getting sent to jail, I was immediately held down over a table and violently assaulted.

    Uncle Brian takes Monopoly very seriously….

  • I’m Telling EVERYBODY!

    A man walks into a confessional.

    “Father, forgive me, for I have sinned. I am 75 years old, and I’ve recently started dating a 25-year-old woman. She’s drop dead gorgeous, loves sex, and is unbelievable in bed. We have sex at least three or four times a day, and each time, I make her scream like a banshee.”

    “Oh my! This is indeed a sin. As penance, you must say five Hail Marys and five Our Fathers every day for the next week.”

    “What? I can’t do that, I’m Jewish!”

    “You’re Jewish? Then why are you telling ME?”

    “I’m telling EVERYBODY!”

  • The Ambidextrous Golfer

    A woman joins a country club and when she hears the guys talking about their golf round, she says, “I played on my college’s golf team. I was pretty good. Mind if I join you next week?” No one wants to say ‘yes’, but they’re on the spot…

    Finally, one man says, “Okay, but we start at 6:30 a.m.”

    He figures the early tee-time will discourage her.

    The woman says this may be a problem and asks if she can be up to 15 minutes late.

    They roll their eyes, but say, “Okay.”

    She’s there at 6:30 am. sharp and beats all of them with an eye-opening 2-under par round.

    She’s fun and pleasant and the guys are impressed.

    They congratulate her and invite her back the next week.

    She smiles, and says, “I’ll be there at 6:30, or 6:45.”

    The next week she again shows up at 6:30 sharp.

    Only this time, she plays left-handed.

    The three guys are incredulous as she still beats them with an even par round, despite playing with her off-hand.

    They’re totally amazed.

    They can’t figure her out.

    She’s very pleasant and a gracious winner.

    They invite her back again, but each man harbors a burning desire to beat her.

    The third week, she’s 15 minutes late, which irritates the guys.

    This week she plays right-handed and narrowly beats all three of them.

    The men grumble that her late arrival is petty gamesmanship on her part.

    However, she’s so charming and complimentary of their strong play, they can’t hold a grudge.

    This woman is a riddle no one can figure out.

    They have a couple of beers in the Clubhouse and finally, one of the men asks her, “How do you decide if you’re going to golf right-handed or left-handed?”

    The lady blushes, and grins. “When my dad taught me to play golf, I learned that I was ambidextrous.” she replies. “I like to switch back and forth.”

    “When I got married after college, I discovered my husband always sleeps in the nude. From then on, I developed a silly habit. Right before I leave in the morning for golf practice, I pull the covers off him. If his willie points to the right, I golf right-handed; if it points to the left, I golf left-handed.”

    The guys think this is hysterical.

    Astonished at this bizarre information, one of the guys says, “What if it’s pointing straight up?”

    She says, “Then, I’m fifteen minutes late.”

  • Childless Men Can’t Tell Dad Jokes

    Why can’t childless men tell dad jokes?

    They aren’t kidding.

  • What’s the Bread For?

    An Irishman stops by the market and picks up two cases of Guinness, a quart of scotch and a loaf of bread.

    When he gets home he carries the purchases into the kitchen and puts them on the counter. His wife sees this and says, “So… are we havin’ a party?”

    The Irishman says, “No.”

    And his wife says, “Then what’s the bread for?”

  • Four Months Vacation and Five Good Leads

    A guy at confession says to the priest: “Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. I have been with a loose girl.”

    The priest asks, “Is that you, little Joey Pagano?”

    “Yes, Father, it is.”

    “And who was the girl you were with?”

    “I can’t tell you, Father. I don’t want to ruin her reputation.”

    “Well, Joey, I’m sure to find out her name sooner or later so you may as well tell me now. Was it Tina Minetti?”

    “I cannot say.”

    “Was it Teresa Mazzarelli?”

    “I’ll never tell.”

    “Was it Nina Capelli?”

    “I’m sorry, but I cannot name her.”

    “Was it Cathy Piriano?”

    “My lips are sealed.”

    “Was it Rosa DiAngelo, then?”

    “Please, Father, I cannot tell you.”

    The priest sighs in frustration. “You’re very tight lipped, and I admire that. But you’ve sinned and have to atone. You cannot be an altar boy now for 4 months. Now you go and behave yourself.”

    Joey walks back to his pew, and his friend Franco slides over and whispers, “What’d you get?”

    “Four months vacation and five good leads!”

  • Short Notice

    My son’s doctor called in a panic and exclaimed, “You need to get to my office immediately! I have dire news.” Very worried, I rushed over to find out what was so critical.

    When I arrived, he explained, “After a careful review of your son’s charts, I believe that he won’t grow past five feet tall. I’m very sorry to have to deliver this bad news.”

    I ask, “OK, but why was this such an emergency? Couldn’t this meeting have waited a few days?”

    He answered, “I thought you want to know now, although I’m sorry about the short notice.”

  • Stephen King Has a Son Named Joe

    Stephen King has a son named Joe.

    I’m not joking, but he is.

  • Maximum Concentration

    Maximum Concentration

    For maximum concentration