Appearance jokes

Are your forehead and hairline friends? 'Cause they go way back.

Yo mama is so pretty, she could get in a car crash because boys are staring at her.

Your hairline's less straight than my dad's.

I took a plane to go see my hairline.

Bully: Your fat.

Me: Fat is something to fix, but your face isn't.

My wife is so ugly when she was born, the doctor said, "I did everything I could, but she pulled through anyways." When she was born, the doctor hung himself with the umbilical cord. He pushed her back in, said, "Not done." The doctor slapped her mother. The doctor looked at her and said, "Twins!" He didn't know what end to slap. He threw her away and kept the afterbirth.

Your hairline goes so far back that even your mom couldn’t see it.

Wow, you did 10 chin-ups? Was it 1 for each chin?

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

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.

Yo, your hairline so messed up God said your hairline on the cross getting hit on that cross.

Wife: [Looks] in the mirror. Wife: I look fat, can you say something positive? Husband: At least your eyes work.

Your hairline goes so far back, we learned about it in history class.

Your hairline is receding so hard, they petitioned it to change for the McDonald's logo.

Roses are red, violets are blue. I thought Voldemort was ugly, then I saw you.

Yo mama so ugly, Bloody Mary handed her an application through the mirror.

Your hairline is so far back that the United States got a front row seat!

Hey, this is to orphans:

"Orphans are ugly. We need to know each other :D We need to date, cause ur hot and so am I and orphans rly are ugly!!!!"

Your hairline is so far back that if you wore yellow, people would think you were One Punch Man.

Yo hairline be looking like a chicken nugget, headass.