Evers jokes
Why don’t rappers ever get lost?
They always have a NAVIGATOR dropping the beat.
A guy went to a bar and said to a friend that he found a girl on the railroads and said they had the best sex ever.
His friend asked, "Did you get any head?"
The guy said, "No, I couldn't find it."
Why don't rappers ever become bankers?
Because they always break the BARS!
Why don't rappers ever get LOST?
Because they always find their way with their GPS (Great Poetic Skills).
A woman gets on a bus with her baby. The bus driver says: “That’s the ugliest baby that I’ve ever seen! Ugh!”
The woman goes to the rear of the bus and angrily sits down. She says to a man next to her “The driver just insulted me!”
The man says: “You go right up there and tell him off! Go ahead, I’ll hold your monkey for you.”
Why don't rappers ever play baseball?
Because they're too busy dropping hits!
Why don't rappers ever get lost?
Because they always follow the street signs.
Why don't rappers ever become chefs?
Because they can't stop droppin' the beet!
I asked Daveon if he ever considered trying something new, and he replied "why fix what ain't broke?"
What is common with dark humor and unvaccinated kids?
Neither do ever grow old.
What's only book rapeboat ever read? Rhyming dictionary, he got no rhymes without it.
Why don't rappers ever gamble?
Because they're always dropping beats, not bets.
Why don't rappers ever get lost?
Because they always find their way with their flow.
I read the chapter of numbers, but nowhere did I ever see your number.
Why don't rappers ever play hide-and-seek?
Because good luck hiding when your name's always dropping!
What's the funniest thing you ever read? For me it was when Rapboat told me he was a legit rapper.
What's the funniest joke ever?
Rapboat thinking he can rap.
Why don't rappers ever get lost?
Because they always follow the beat.
Why don't rappers ever make good chefs?
Because they always drop the beet!
Three men are working on a building site.
Every day, they sit down to eat their lunch together at the top of the building.
The first man opens his lunchbox to reveal a ham sandwich.
"By god," the man exclaims, "I hate ham sandwiches. I’ve been working in construction for twenty years, and every day, despite me telling her how much I despise it, my wife gives me a ham sandwich. If I get a ham sandwich in my lunch again, I will throw myself off the top of this building and kill myself."
The second man opens his lunchbox, revealing a cheese sandwich.
"Holy crow, another cheese sandwich! I hate these things, I tell you. Every day, I tell my wife how much I despise cheese sandwiches, but I still get them in my lunch. I’m with you buddy—if I ever get a cheese sandwich in my lunch again, I’m killing myself."
The third man, having opened his lunchbox, now pipes in.
"I don’t believe it—another tuna sandwich! If I had a penny for every time I’ve told my wife how much I hate these, I wouldn’t have to work on this sordid site no more! I’m sick of it—count me in, if I get a tuna sandwich in my lunchbox again, I’m killing myself."
The next day, the three men regroup at the top of the building and open their lunchboxes: the first man – a ham sandwich, the second – a cheese sandwich, the third – a tuna sandwich.
The three men exchange solemn looks before jumping in unison from the height of the building.
At the funeral for the three men, their grieving wives turn to each other.
"If only I’d known how much he didn’t like ham sandwiches," says the first man’s wife, "I always thought he was being ironic!"
"And if only I’d known how much he didn’t like cheese sandwiches," says the second man’s wife, "I always thought he was being sarcastic!"
"And if only I’d known how much he didn’t like tuna sandwiches," says the third man’s wife, "but I don’t know what good it would have done—the fool made his own lunch!"