Hate jokes

What do skeletons hate the most about wind?

Nothing, it goes right through them.

What company do orphans hate the most?

S. C. Johnson, a family company.

What song does Kobe Bryant hate?

"Rocky Mountain High."

I hate when people leave their cars running, especially in the summer.

I'm like, "You got Tracy Latimer in there or something?"

What's dumb?

The Fetus Deletus joke!

Fucking hate that joke....

I have some black friends who hate it when I say the N-word around them, so I got a pet monkey.

Knock, knock.

Who’s there?

Orange who?

Orange glad I didn’t say banana. Hahaha, you’re right, I hate that guy!

Why do orphans hate any milk?

Their dad did not come back for 10 years. Oh, sorry, he got lost in the store! 🤧

I HATE URANUS! I WANNA KICK IT!

I hate rubber.

I hate crying.

What show do orphans hate?

"American Dad."

Q: What movie do orphans hate?

A: Fatherhood.

Why does Little Johnny hate hot dogs?

It reminds him of last night.

I hate writing dwarf jokes, but I normally keep them short.

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.

Why don't Jedis make puns that often?

They usually have to force them. (I hate myself for that!)

Why do orphans hate cereal?

Because their dad never came back with the milk.

Bro, I’m so pissed. There is always that one kid in the class who the teacher helps. I hate that guy in the wheelchair.

I hate it when people think I'm a boy because I have short hair. I mean, I'm gay, what do you expect?