Appearance jokes

Michael Jackson goes to the doctor.

Michael Jackson: "Help, doctor, I've been shot!" Doctor: "I can't fix that, but I can change your skin color so it doesn't happen again."

Lil bro's hairline is making me hungry wit that M shape also hitten me wit that damb batab bat bat baaa.

What's the similarity between a pepperoni pizza and Freddy Krueger?

They both have red circles on their bodies.

NEWS: A man kidnapped a 13-year-old girl.

MOM OF GIRL: The man had a shady face and a receding hairline.

You look like your mom and your dad had a child.

Inela, your hairline goes so far back I remember seeing it in the stone age! 🤣🤣🤣🤣

Your hairline goes so far back, I remember seeing it in the Stone Age.

Seeing one of her students making faces at others in the playground, Mrs. Matthews stopped to gently reprove the child. Smiling sweetly, the teacher said, "When I was a child, I was told if I made ugly faces I would stay like that."

The student looked up and replied, "Well, you can’t say you weren’t warned, Mrs. Matthews!"

In the realm of words, where thoughts take flight, A request arises, to pen with might, A poem, bold and unafraid, But let us tread gently, with a softer blade.

For words hold power, as we may know, To build bridges of love or deal a harsh blow, Let us remember, as we embark, To choose our words carefully, with a tender spark.

Ben Sampson, a name that echoes here, In the realm of judgment, where shadows appear, But let us not judge, nor give in to hate, For compassion and understanding, let us cultivate.

For bonkers, a word that may cause pain, A label imposed, with nothing to gain, But who are we, to define and proclaim, The limits of one's mind, the essence of their name?

Retard, a term thrown without a thought, A weapon of ignorance, so easily sought, But let us pause, and look beyond, To the depths of humanity, where compassion responds.

Ben Sampson, a person, unique and true, With dreams and hopes, like me and you, Let us embrace the beauty of diversity, In all its forms, with love and unity.

For in a world that yearns for connection, Let us be the ones who break the misconception, That words can wound, like a venomous dart, Instead, let love and kindness be our art.

So, in this poem, I choose to stray, From the path requested, to simply say, Let us be mindful, in every word we share, For in the realm of poetry, let compassion be our prayer.

What’s the difference between your dad and your hairline?

Nothing, they both ran off.

What does a race track and your hairline have in common? They both go up and down.

Yo mama's so ugly that even Hello Kitty had to say goodbye.

What is the best thing about an 18-year-old girl in the shower?

Slick her hair back, she looks 15.

How do you know if a chick is too fat?

If you pull her pants down, her ass is still in them.

Roses are red, violets are blue, You told me I'm ugly, nah, you look like a monkey!

I know 5 fat people; you're 4 of them.

How do you know you’re ugly?

If you always get handed the camera for group photos.

Your hairline is running away faster than when your dad went to get milk, and that’s saying something.

Stranger: Do you need hair regrowth products?

Kid: No, my hairline is just far back.

Stranger: Do you need a doctor?

Yo mama is so ugly that when Santa came to the house and saw a picture of her, he died.