Call jokes
What do you call a stupid meme and a Mexican fighting? Juan on Juan.
"What is your number?" "Hi."
I have to call Bovfa. What's Bovfa? Bovfa deez nuts fit in your mouth.
My friend had a house FULL of okra, but it blew up and okra was everywhere.
I guess you can call that place Okra-homa!
If someone called you ugly, say before you call me ugly, look in a mirror.
Adopted kid:
Hey, Alex, what are you doing?
Alex:
Nothing, just playing my game. Anyways, you know you can call me "dad."
Adopted kid:
OK, dad Alex.
Alex:
Oh, come on! My game! I’m winning. Let’s go!
Adopted kid:
I’m so glad I have a mom.
What do you call cringe?
You.
What do you call an infant with no legs?
Ground beef.
What do you call a fish with a temper?
Undyne.
What do you call your mom when she goes into the shower?
A shower ma! (shawarma)
What do you call the most famous skeleton detective?
Sherlock Bones!
What do you call a dog without legs?
Nothing, it won't come either way.
What do you call a circus show? A school shooter.
What do you call a man with no arms or legs being pulled by a boat?
Skip.
What do you call a white guy who can actually dance? Jewish.
What do you call people that make retarded jokes?
You.
What do you call a magic car?
A human.
What do you call a stick that comes back a chicken?
In Mia's world, where bottles and parrots meet, A whimsical symphony takes its seat.
With feathers ablaze, the parrots take flight, Their vibrant hues painting the day with delight.
Mia, a dreamer with a heart full of glee, Embraces the beauty for all to see.
Her bottles, like whispers of stories untold, Capture the magic that time cannot hold.
Each bottle, a vessel of dreams and desires, Unveiling the soul's deepest fires.
They dance in the sunlight, sparkle and gleam, A kaleidoscope of colors in Mia's dream.
Parrots, enchanting with melodies rare, Sing ballads of love, floating through the air.
Their voices, like echoes of nature's sweet call, Enchanting all hearts, big and small.
Mia, with reverence, sets the parrots free, To soar across oceans, to distant lands and seas.
In their freedom, they find their truest grace, A testament to love's boundless space.
And as Mia's bottles journey afar, They carry her dreams, like a guiding star.
Through mountains and valleys, they'll forever roam, In the hearts of dreamers, they'll always find home.
Yo mama got a daughter in a relationship, and I don't have time for you, ASAP, daughter, daughter, or your mother, or your call, or your choice of choice.