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His voice is so angelic. His mind is so perfect. He's so kind. He makes me feel at home. He makes me want to get up in the morning. To get better. He makes me feel safe. He's willing to do anything for me. He compliments me. He always makes me feel better. He doesn't hide me, he's proud of me. He does his best to talk to me. He makes me feel whole. I feel special with him. I felt like I've never felt before. I'm so … Read more

Poll

According to the last post, voters picked Jamal to "Hide in a nearby gay strip club".

*THIS STORY HAS GRAPHIC CONTENT, DO NOT CONTINUE READING IF YOU'RE OFFENDED BY ANY OF THE JOKES*

Episode 2: The Sticky Situation – "Ebony Ass Shake in the F*g Den"

Jamal sprints his black ass into "Rainbow Rodeo," a sleazy queer joint packed with flaming white twinks, burly bears, and thirsty Latinos eyeing fresh meat. The bounce… Read more

Poll

Since this site is so FUCKING dead all the time, I have a fun game for y'all to play! Every day, there's going to a poll where YOU guys control what a person named "Jamal" does. Story number 1 is going to be "BBC Bounty: Cartel Craves That N***a Nut".

Before we start, *THIS STORY HAS GRAPHIC CONTENT, DON'T READ IF YOU FIND IT OFFENSIVE (obviously no N-words and they're only censored because of Matt's rule). And hone… Read more

some songs just give me anxiety, some things just do, some people. Some popele are bad for me, im bad for some. I do fucked up things, i cant take back. My dad is right. no matter what poeple think, its true. im manulative, im controlling, im obessive, attention seeking. some people see it, others dont. everythgin i do has a reason, weather its a defecne, or not. ill stilll be bad for some pople. im thanfull thes… Read more

MEMORIAL POST To the New Era,

The "Australians' Era," which ran from late 2021 into early 2023. The site operated differently back then. All the original members from that period have left now. We were a specific kind of immature, young crowd that was pretty active. We had a lot of community, both good and bad. It was a time of low-quality jokes, drama and high energy.

The community back then was a comple… Read more

Once upon a time, in a nostalgic corner of the internet, Lynx, an intelligent and wise pigeon, stumbled upon an old website from his childhood called WorstJokesEver. Intrigued by the memories it held, Lynx delved into the realm of terrible jokes and found the website had a community tab.

With mischievous glee, Lynx saw an opportunity to unleash his cruel humor on the unsuspecting members, disregarding the potential … Read more

Once upon a time there was a small town. It was a town full of laughter. Full of love. Full of a sense of strong connection. Though it had a small population, the sense of community was great. Yeah, I'm too bored to continue the metaphorical story. You can probably guess what the story was about.

Hey so for people who didn’t get it or got confused in the mess of people like I did here are the new rules and stuff for wje. (Everything is copy pasted from either wade or Jake)

First off, the new terms for a ban are repeated spamming, repeated insults, inappropriate pictures, and alting

Bans will be discussed between two or more mods as well, so if there is an issue, just let one of us know

You are all to welco… Read more

WJE FUNERAL FOR OUR DEARLY DEPARTED @DAP ME UP

HE WILL BE MISSED.

SERVICE STARTS AT 1PM CENTRAL TIME (A LITTLE LESS THAN 10 MINUTES)

I've started a movement! Lmao

I'm the oldest WJE member, in terms of both age and time on the site. Most of you know me, but still...Ask me anything!

I've got no balance in this life I can't let go of what I like Somebody told me in a dream That I look weaker when I cry My mother used to tell me things I know I wasn't supposed to know What's that got to do with me? How the fuck do I let go? Pitfalls from God without a rope Colored chalk around my throat How the fuck do I let go? She says, "Don't ya love me?" (And if not, then why?) She reminds me of mom (okay, alr… Read more

lemme rewrite my poem here the candle is dim, the batteries are dying , times running out, and soon we'll be flying.

flying over fields or sea, on the night and the day, wont you come fly with me, dont you dare be afraid.

the light through my window, it shines bright enough, it isnt the moon though, its the streetlights - not tough.

the candle gets dimmer, the quote on the wall, our lives, they get thinner, as we… Read more