Your hairline so bad that when your teacher puts you to sit in the front of the class, your hairline be all the way in the back.
Worst Jokes Ever
I saw an orphan on the road. I asked him if he's an orphan. The kid says, "Yeah, what gave it away?"
I say, "Your parents."
Your mom is so ugly she made a blind kid cry.
Your hairline looks like it was drawn onto your head.
Did Jesus die a virgin?
Nah, he got nailed...
What does a cannibal call a pregnant woman?
A kinder surprise.
What do you call a blind German? A not-see Nazi.
Your hairline is so far back that I can't even back out of my car.
Your hairline is so far back that I hate it! 🤣
What do you call an Indian in a Lamborghini?
Curry in a hurry.
Why was the emo kid thrown out of the amusement park?
He kept cutting in line.
Knock knock.
Who's there?
Isabell?
Isabell really needs to go on a bicycle.
Why did Peter bring toilet roll to the party? Because he was a party pooper!
I have been thinking about suicide lately. I mean, hey, my mom tells me I can do anything I put my mind to.
A woman decides to have a face lift for her 50th birthday.
She spends $15,000 and looks sensational. On her way home, she stops at a news stand to buy a newspaper. Before leaving, she says to the clerk, “I hope you don’t mind my asking, but how old do you think I am?”
“About 32,” is the reply.
“Nope! I’m exactly 50,” the woman says happily.
A little while later she goes into McDonald’s and asks the counter girl the very same question.
The girl replies, “I’d guess about 29.” The woman replies with a big smile, “Nope, I’m 50.”
Now she’s feeling really good about herself. She stops at a candy shop on her way down the street.
She goes up to the counter to get some mints and asks the assistant the same burning question.
The clerk responds, “Oh, I’d say 30.”
Again she proudly responds, “I’m 50, but thank you!”
While waiting for the bus to go home, she asks an old man waiting next to her the same question.
He replies, “Lady, I’m 78 and my eyesight is going. Although, when I was young there was a sure-fire way to tell how old a woman was. It sounds very forward, but it requires you to let me put my hands under your bra. Then, and only then I can tell you EXACTLY how old you are.”
They wait in silence on the empty street until her curiosity gets the better of her. She finally blurts out, “What the hell, go ahead.”
He slips both of his hands under her blouse and begins to feel around very slowly and carefully. He bounces and weighs each breast and he gently pinches each nipple. He pushes her breasts together and rubs them against each other.
After a couple of minutes of this, she says, “Okay, okay... How old am I?”
He completes one last squeeze of her breasts, removes his hands, and says, “Madam, you are 50.”
Stunned and amazed, the woman says, “That was incredible, how could you tell?”
“I was behind you at McDonalds’."
Why can't orphans play baseball?
They can't find home.
Who’s there?
To.
To who?
No, “to whom.”
Only in Ohio.
I don't wanna brag, but I finished a puzzle in under a week, and it said 2-4 years on the box.
Why did the orphan cross the road?
To finally get his milk.
