Existence jokes
What do you call a man without a body and a nose?
Guys, I know how to stop racism. Delete the word "racism." People can't be something that doesn't exist.
Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh life?
THERE IS NO AFTERLIFE.
My dignity to live.
I don't want to die.
Myself.
If being near immortal was a normal thing, I bet wanting to die would've been too.
Isn't it ironic that the actually nice people tend to be suicidal?
Think about it: suicide exists to make sure bad people bother each other instead.
What does a glass of water ask a pond?
"Water you doing?"
What does the pond answer?
"Pondering life."
Why did the feminist get banned? For spreading conspiracy theories about the (non-existent) gender wage gap.
Your forehead is like my dad.
Non-existent.
Dude, has anyone made a joke about small foreheads? Oh wait... they would be nonexistent.
What's the difference between me and an old man? No one pulled my life support.
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.
A depressed man has been thinking of killing himself, and his friend says, "Find Jesus instead, he'll help you!"
And then the man says, "It's pretty hard to 'get help' from something that doesn't exist."
My life, ha ha funny!
What's the difference between a pile of 100 dead babies and a Mustang Challenger?
A Mustang Challenger doesn't exist.
The Stiggs life is a joke. Wait, I forgot, he doesn't have a life.
Have you ever heard of a dream that that that that the universe was a fake machine?