Newest Existence Jokes - Worst Jokes Ever

Every god damn day

Me: *puts on hand
sanitizer*
A cut I never knew existed:

Guys, I know how to stop racism. Delete the word racism. People can't be something that doesn't exist

SLAVERY DID NOT EXIST IN EUROPE
AFRICANS TAUGHT SLAVERY TO EUROPEANS
COURTESY OF OM SABHA, LEVA
SLAVERY ABOLISHED IN THE WEST,
IS STILL PRACTICED IN AFRICA
MIGRANTS SOLD AS SLAVES IN LIBYA
SELLING PEOPLE BECOMING A TREND AMONG SMUGGLERS (OM)

EYE ON
AFRICA

The ham is in fact processed

"Is that ham processed? If it's
processed, I don't want it."
Ma'am, that is an eleven pound whole slab
of deli ham. It has no bones, fat, or
connective tissue. It is an amalgamation
of the meat of several pigs, emulsified,
liquefied, strained, and ultimately
inexorably joined in an unholy meat
obelisk. God had no hand in the creation
of this abhorrence. The fact that this
ham monolith exists proves that God is
either impotent to alter His universe or
ignorant to the horrors taking place in
His kingdom. This prism of pork is more
than deli meat. It is a physical
declaration of mankind's contempt for the
natural order. It is hubris manifest.
We also have a lower sodium variety if you
would prefer that.
bu

@yup.that.exists
THE BABIRUSA IS A WILD PIG WHOSE TUSKS
CAN GROW SO LONG THEY CURVE BACKWARDS
ULTIMATELY IMPALING THEIR SKULLS AND
ACCIDENTALLY KILLING THEM UNLIKE JEFFREY
EPSTEIN WHO WAS KILLED ON PURPOSE

existance is meaningless
my dudes
lol
it is
Gream/

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.

tru tho

Texter 1: You know People treat me like a god

Texter 2: How?

Texter 1: They ignore my existence unless they need something

NORTH INDIANS: Decent, but overrated af. They are the only thing that comes to many ppl's minds when someone says "Indian" SOUTH INDIANS: Decent, but underrated af. Many ppl dont even know they exist. They are literally asked if they are North Indians WEST AND EAST: Decent but underrated af.

Yo mamma so fat that Thanos had to snap his finger twice to get her out of Existence

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.