Desire

Desire jokes

Orphan

Why do orphans try to be arrested? So that they'll be wanted.

Woman

A good woman is like a good cup of coffee, especially when it’s strong and hot with a little bit of cream in it.

What's the difference between hungry and horny?

Where you stick the cucumber.

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  • This guy goes to a bar and pulls out a little guy playing the piano. The bartender asks him where he got a small man with a piano.

    The guy points outside to a genie granting people wishes. The bartender runs out and 1 million ducks appear.

    The bartender yells at the genie saying, “Are you fucking deaf? I asked for 1 million bucks, not 1 million bucks!”

    The guy from the bar says, “No shit! You think I really asked for a 12-inch pianist?”

    POV them: What's one move to get a man motivated in bed?

    Her: All you gotta give is that hawk tuah and spit on that thang, you get me?

    The woman was thinking she wanted to have sex, but one second later, she did it on the street with a criminal.

    Me: *sprays some perfume on myself*

    Friend: Omg, that smells so good! You’re so aromatic, how do you not have a bf yet?

    Me: ... I’m aromantic and aromatic. I do not desire romantic relationships with others although I do enjoy carrying lovely scents with me.

    Woman: I want a man who is 6 feet and 6 inches.

    Man: Is 6 feet and 6 inches one thing or two?

    Woman: Two, I want a man who is 6 feet and also is 6 inches.

    Man: Shit!

    What do us emos all have in common?

    Depression. Anxiety. The sole desire to just start saying you wanna kys right out of the blue a lot and saying "I CAN'T WAIT TO JUMP OF THAT BUILDING SOON!" and other people say, "Idgaf, do it, all of us would be happy."

    In the realm of whispers and shadows, Where dreams dance on the edge of reality, There resides a peculiar soul, Known as Alexander Fisher.

    With eyes that hold secrets untold, And a heart that beats to its own rhythm, He tiptoes through the night, On a quest to embrace the extraordinary.

    His hands, delicate as a feather's touch, Reach out to the heavens above, Grasping at ethereal strands of wonder, In the form of vibrant, floating balloons.

    With each step, the balloons whisper, Carrying tales of forgotten dreams, And the untamed yearnings of the heart, Alexander Fisher's silent companions.

    He creeps through moonlit streets, An enigma in a world seeking answers, As the balloons trail behind him, Painting the night with magic's hues.

    Together, they wander through the darkness, Where imagination blooms and thrives, In a delicate ballet of dreams, Alexander Fisher's fantastical symphony.

    The world watches, captivated, By this balladeer of whimsical desires, As he weaves his spell, one balloon at a time, Enchanting souls with his ethereal art.

    For in his delicate grasp, balloons become more, They transcend their earthly existence, Becoming vessels of hope and joy, Guiding hearts towards the realm of possibility.

    Alexander Fisher, the dreamer, the poet, Creeps through life, a gentle force, With his balloons as his faithful companions, He reminds us to embrace the extraordinary.