My friend: "Ess, stop with the self-harm jokes it's not funny."
Me: "C'mon it's not that deep."
Depth Jokes
Looks like the gene pool in your family is about three inches deep.
Why did the blind man fall down the well?
He couldn't see that well.
Person 1: Stop making suicidal jokes!
Person 2: Okay, okay, I’ll cut it out.
Person 1: Really?
Person 2: They're not even that deep.
I had to stop using cutting jokes because they were getting too deep.
Apparently, rock bottom has a basement.... :\
My heart says to stop because it hurts.
Bro, chill. It's really not that deep.
A guy and girl had a sex poem competition.
Guy: "Two times two is four, four plus five is nine. I can put mine in yours, but you can't put yours in mine."
Girl: "Two times two is four, four plus five is nine. I know the length of yours, but you won't know the depth of mine."
Don't tell a Titanic joke, or you'll sink to a whole new low.
How do you drown a blonde? You tape a mirror to the bottom of a 13-foot deep pool.
My mom tells me to stop with the suicide jokes, and I replied with, "It's not that deep."
Why did the ocean break up with the pond?
Because the pond was too shallow.
Why did the man fall into a well? He couldn’t see that well.
I like my women like I like my diving pools.
Wet and deep.
For every blonde in the world,
scratch and sniff at the bottom of the pool.
Orphan: My mommy and daddy love me.
Guy: Where are they then?
Orphan: In the eternal depths of [hell].
Your forehead is deeper than the ocean.
In the heart of a circular, creamy delight, there exists a void, a singular absence that adds to its charm. This hollow space, a perfect round, is a testament to the artistry of nature and man's culinary skills.
The hole, a silent observer, bears witness to the transformation of the substance around it, from a liquid state to a firm, yet supple form. It's a silent testament to the passage of time, a symbol of patience and the magic of fermentation.
The void, despite its emptiness, contributes to the overall aesthetic, making the slice a visual treat. It's a playful peek-a-boo with the world beyond, a window that adds mystery and intrigue.
In the end, the hole is not just a void, but a character in the story of this culinary masterpiece, a silent protagonist that adds depth and character to the narrative. It's a testament to the beauty of imperfection, a celebration of the unique and the unconventional.
I've seen more depth in a kiddie pool than in BLESSEDBRIAN’s jokes.
Hi there! My name is Michael Grover, and I am an explorer. Ever since I’ve been little, I’ve loved searching for new things. As a baby, my parents kept finding me in nooks and crannies around the house. “On the search,” as they would say.
By the age of 5, I had been to every continent on the planet, barring Antarctica. For my 12th birthday, my parents got me diving lessons, and by the time I was 13, I could scuba dive to a depth of 40 meters, as well as go cave diving.
I got a pilot’s license by the age of 17, and I learned to sail just before my 18th birthday. Instead of going to university, I decided to travel around South America, exploring its rich jungles and beautiful landscapes.
During my trip, I met my now wife who was also an explorer. For our honeymoon, we sailed around the Caribbean, and we discovered 3 new islands which we named after the cats that I had growing up.
Over the course of my life, I have come across great treasures and wondrous experiences. But in all my life, and in all my travels, I’m afraid I have never come across a single person who cared about what you just said.