Cotton jokes
What's the difference between an orphan and cotton?
One gets picked.
What's white with black spots? A cotton field from above.
Why can you never hear bunnies having sex? Because they have cotton balls.
Where does cotton candy come from? The cotton pickers!
Wow! The jokes on here are so dark they pick my cotton!
A young girl was playing in the park with her mother when she asked the question, "Mummy, what's that building over there?" The mother looked at the prison, smiled, and said, "That's where the cotton pickers live."
What did one slave owner say to the other slave owner when he couldn’t find his slave?
Don’t worry, I’ll rope him in.
What’s the difference between cotton and an orphan?
One gets picked.
I am a racist, and I put my milk before cereal. Well, to be honest, that was when I had milk, but one day my dad says he was going to get some... then he left.
Now when I see a black guy, I yell, "Thanks for picking the cotton to make my shirt!"
Friend: How dark is your humor?
Me: It picks cotton.
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What’s the difference between dark jokes and cotton?
Some people don’t pick it.
What is the difference between an orphan and cotton candy?
Answer: The cotton candy gets picked.
What’s the difference between an orphan and cotton? One gets picked.
Men, get into the kitchen and make me a sandwich!
Women, go chop some lumber!
White people, get back into the cotton fields!
What do you call a crowd of horny white women?
A field of cotton waiting to be picked.
Your momma is so fat, she eats insulation and thinks it's cotton candy.
These jokes are so dark that they picked the cotton!
In fields of gold, where sunshine beams, Monkeys swing and play, it's their dreams. Their fur so soft, their eyes so bright, Picking cotton with delight.
Their little hands so quick and neat, Plucking the cotton, can't be beat. They chatter and laugh, they dance and play, In the fields all day, they'll stay.
Their tails so long, their ears so big, They're quite the sight, it's quite a gig. They're busy as can be, you see, In the fields of cotton, they're free.
So let us marvel at these little thieves, In the fields of gold, they give and receive. Their antics bring us joy and delight, In the fields of cotton, they're always right.
How does white people's backyard look like? Cotton field!