What do bungee jumping and a gay man have in common?
If the rubber breaks, they're in beep shit.
Break Jokes
Q: What did the AISH worker do on her lunch break? A: Five Guys.
Did you hear about the cat jail break out? It was a cat-tastrophe.
The definition of the word "Disappointment" means running into a wall with a boner and breaking your nose.
How do you break up a fight between two gay men?
Say, "Can you get straight to the point?"
What do you do to a deaf girl after you’re done fucking her?
Break her fingers so she can’t tell anyone.
A Thai woman ran into a wall. What does she break?
Her boner.
Beer Bottle: You break me, you get one year of bad luck!
Mirror: You kiddin' me? You break me, then y'all get seven years of bad luck!
Condom: Hahaha... (Condom walks off laughing)
Why is Donald Trump so desperate to break into the White House?
Most landlords cannot lease their properties to him due to the fact that he is a felon.
Why did the booty break up with the fart?
It was just too much GASLIGHTING.
Why did the parachute break up with the skydiver?
Because it was tired of being taken for granted every time things fell apart.
Why don't rappers ever become bankers?
Because they always break the BARS!
One fish, two fish, red fish, blue fish.
I’m breaking up with you, bitch.
Your gene pool is so shallow, you could break your neck diving in.
The Twin Towers are like crippled legs; once they break, they can’t be fixed.
A mirror and a beer bottle are arguing.
The beer bottle says: "If you break me, you get one year of bad luck."
The mirror scoffs: "Oh, that's nothing. You break me and you get 7 years of bad luck."
The condom overhears these arguments and walks off laughing.
How is having fun with a prostitute like bungee jumping?
You’re dead if the rubber breaks.
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.
The longer the relationship, the longer the breakup will hurt you. Better break up now ooo.🤣
Yo mama so fat that when she gets in the truck, it breaks.