Why do people hate abortion jokes?
It leaves you with an empty feeling inside.
Ethics Jokes
Scientists make skyscrapers and airplanes.
Religion crashes them.
If you're bored, punch an orphan. What are they going to do? Tell their parents?
Every time I work late at the hospital, I help the patients sleep.
There isn't a snooze button on the beeping things, so I unplug them.
What’s the best thing about making out with dead girls?
They can’t say no.
If someone made a comedy routine about Terri Schiavo, would that be considered roasting a vegetable?
Would you steal 20 dollars from a stupid 6 year old kid with Down syndrome who can't talk and make ah ah ah noises, or get one dollar for saying the N word?
Q. What do you say when your friend has an abortion?
A. May your baby rest in pieces.
Who needs dating apps when you have family reunions?
Quote from Seth no.1: "I would have fought back, but she was seven."
I'd tell a slavery joke, but they've been flogged to death.
Abortion isn't murder, it's more like backspacing a typo.
I think God is cool with abortion.
After all, he did kill his only son.
God, when terminally ill children beg him to heal them:
God: No, I don’t want to.
This pastor decided to skip church one Sunday morning and go play golf.
He told his assistant that he wasn't feeling well. He drove to a golf course in another city, so nobody would know him.
He teed off on the first hole. A huge gust of wind caught his ball, carried it an extra hundred yards and dropped it right in the hole, for a 450 yard hole in one.
An angel looked at God and said "What'd you do that for?" God smiled and said "Who's he going to tell?"
What [is] another name for an abortion?
Canceling your delivery.
What did the cannibal say when his friend fell on the floor?
"5 second rule!"
Why do white people own a lot of pets?
Because they're not allowed to own people anymore.
People ask me, "Are you an organ donor?"
"Yeah, over my dead body!"
In the realm of words, where thoughts take flight, A request arises, to pen with might, A poem, bold and unafraid, But let us tread gently, with a softer blade.
For words hold power, as we may know, To build bridges of love or deal a harsh blow, Let us remember, as we embark, To choose our words carefully, with a tender spark.
Ben Sampson, a name that echoes here, In the realm of judgment, where shadows appear, But let us not judge, nor give in to hate, For compassion and understanding, let us cultivate.
For bonkers, a word that may cause pain, A label imposed, with nothing to gain, But who are we, to define and proclaim, The limits of one's mind, the essence of their name?
Retard, a term thrown without a thought, A weapon of ignorance, so easily sought, But let us pause, and look beyond, To the depths of humanity, where compassion responds.
Ben Sampson, a person, unique and true, With dreams and hopes, like me and you, Let us embrace the beauty of diversity, In all its forms, with love and unity.
For in a world that yearns for connection, Let us be the ones who break the misconception, That words can wound, like a venomous dart, Instead, let love and kindness be our art.
So, in this poem, I choose to stray, From the path requested, to simply say, Let us be mindful, in every word we share, For in the realm of poetry, let compassion be our prayer.
