What did the hurricane say to the coconut palm tree?
Hold on to your nuts, this one's gonna blow!
Why did the suicide bomber get promoted?
Because he was blowing up at work. 💀😈
Do you remember blowing bubbles when you were younger?
Well, Bubbles is back in town and was asking about you!
How do you know it’s a gay guy’s birthday?
Depends how hard they blow out the candles.
What’s the best part of having sex with a pregnant woman?
You can have sex and a blow job at the same time.
What's the difference between your new girlfriend and a tornado? At first, there is a lot of blowing, and then your house will be gone.
"A llahu Aks into a bar..."
And it blows up!
You gotta give it to JD Vance. He is consistent; he is Putin his dick where it don't belong!
Well, somebody has to cushion the blow.
There is an Afghan Barbie; it’s a blow-up doll.
What is the difference between kinky and perverted?
Kinky is when an abled-bodied gay male is receiving an anonymous blow job from a physically disabled gay male under the handicapped stall at a rest area.
Perverted is when an abled-bodied gay male has to give a Klondike Bar to a physically disabled gay male to receive an anonymous blow job under the handicapped stall at a rest area.
My sister is so stupid, she thought LBJ was a blow job.
If brains were dynamite, BLESSEDBRIAN wouldn't have enough to blow his nose.
I seriously don't get why people in Alabama are angered that Mexican immigrants are taking their jobs. I mean, it's not like they are preventing your son from giving you a big, fat blow job.
How is a marriage like a hurricane?
In the beginning, there’s a lot of sucking and blowing, but at the end, you lose your house.
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 did the hurricane say to the coconut tree?
Hold on to your nuts, this ain't no ordinary blow job!
What is the difference between a terrorist and a prostitute? The prostitute can blow you more than once
I couldn't imagine being Abe Lincoln, that would be mind-blowing!
As an older brother, I always gave my little sister advice. I always said to do your best and never quit. So one day I went to her room. I see my sister giving married men blow jobs.
I ask what are you doing? The married men said she is giving us blow jobs because our wives don't do it. My sister said you told me to do your best, and my best is to suck them dry. As a brother, I couldn't be more prouder.
As a straight son, one day I asked my mom, "Have you ever quit something that you did before?" My mom said, "No, I never quit anything." So I asked my when you give a blow job you ever spit, then my mom said, "What did I say? Quitters are for spitters."
