Clean

Clean jokes

Head

  • Egg shaped, dome, bowling ball lookin' ass, bald fuck with that 360 degrees ahh head, motherfucker look like a damn balloon.

    Call me Kobe 'cause I'm finna use your head as a basketball and throw it at yo' parents. Mr. Clean, bootleg Saitama lookin' ass mfer. No hair? :(

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  • Name

  • Jake: Can I go outside?

    Mom: Did you clean your room?

    Jake: No.

    Mom: Then f*ck no.

    Jake: Alright, bet.

    (Brother named No)

    Penaldo

  • I cleaned my room today. While sweeping under the bed, I heard my mop collide with something. To my surprise, I found Pristiano Penaldo hiding under my bed! My dad said, “Don’t bother sweeping him son, he’s been dusted for years.” I was shocked but not surprised.

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  • Deck

  • Back the halls with gasoline, la la la la la.

    Light a match and watch it gleam, la la la la la.

    My school is burnt into ashes, fa la la la la, la la la la.

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  • Sex

  • What does having sex with a woman and cooking an egg in a skillet have in common?

    Both end with a loud annoying sound and a gooey mess to clean the shit up.

    Little Johnny

  • Mom: Go clean your room, Little Johnny.

    Little Johnny: No, it’s my room.

    Mom: Well, it’s my house.

    Little Johnny: Then go clean it.

    Mom: Go to school!

    At school:

    Teacher: Hi, Little Johnny. You’re late.

    Little Johnny: Watch because my son of a bitch mom told me to clean her room. I told her no, it’s my room, and then she said, 'Well, it’s my house.' Then I said, 'Go clean it,' and then she told me to go to school.

    Teacher: Johnny, go to the principal’s office! You just came into school and now you're causing trouble. Go!

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  • Mother

  • Today, my mother was making breakfast. As she was tired, my brother asked if there was anything to do today.

    She responded with a list:

    - Take out the trash.

    - Clean your room.

    - Make lunch and be sure to butter the electrical sockets.

    That’s all sweetie!

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  • Toilet Paper

  • The other day all those toilet papers came by my house and asked do I have any crack candy. Naw, I don't have no damn crack candy or no crack apples. All I have here in the backyard is a peanut butter crack sandwich. Help yourself, and while you're at it, clean up all the damn doggie dodo that's everywhere. Thank you, Mr. Toilet Papers.

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