New Hows Jokes - Page 96 - Worst Jokes Ever

Hey John, how are you going?

Helium, yeah good, what about you?

(Hey Liam)

How do you make Alabama cookies?

Put them in a big bowl and beat for three hours.

I did so much research that I got bone-tired from doing this, tibia honest. You probably didn't find that humerus. I got a skeleton of these puns. I guess I could learn a femur puns. I was wondering if the creators of this site could talus how they come up with puns or maybe give some advice? I'm only 14 years old.

Some of you people on here are complete incels and need to learn how to spell and properly construct simplistic grammatical sentences that actually make sense.

I called my boss the other Monday and told him I needed the day off because I was sick. He said, "How sick?"

I said, "Well, I'm in bed with my 12-year-old sister."

How do you think the unthinkable? With an iceberg.

Q: How did the explorers get to school?

A: They rode the Colum-bus!

How can you tell an anti-vaccine kid?

It's only got 10 hours to live.

How does an apple fall from a tree?

I don't know, ask Sir Isaac Newton!

Free will is like having a vagina. You don't need to know how to use it, and you don't need to know what it does, but what matters is that you have it.

I searched on Google, "How to start a wildfire?"

I got 39,300,000 matches.

if an atom makes up everything im still suprised how it made ur mom

How come when women decide to kill their unborn baby it's a "choice"? But when I decide to drive my car into a playground full of children it's called "murder."

Johnny had 55 pineapples. He threw three at his friend. How many does he have now?

None, because he was pistol whipped then shot at point blank range with a sawed off shotgun covered in fluoroantimonic acid which burned a hole in his skull causing his brain to melt and rupture nerve cells all over his friends. Then his arms and legs were stuffed into a wheat thresher which was used to harvest the meat of the enslaved children. Then his corpse was molested.

Three women walk into a bar and start talking about how loose they are. One fits a sausage, another fits a cucumber, the third one slides down the barstool.