INS jokes
Who was in Paris?
I dunno, the title was censored.
Who's the world's fastest reader?
9/11 victims. They went through 90 stories in 60 seconds.
We the jury are yet to deliver our final verdict, but we would like to have a guess.
Is it Mrs. Peacock with the candlestick in the library?
This isn't a joke but...
GET IN THE VAN, JANICE!
Mr. Smith: Neona, tell us what you have for the biggest competition that we can do to keep our competitors out of the winning streak?
Neona: Will thought we used more sales and more advertising.
Mr. Smith: It's already a good idea. Now what about the business plan? We need it as recommendations to keep the business going. Tell me, what do you have in mind?
Neona: It is better to always have a plan. I was thinking that we can get higher prices and always get great deals. The people will go nuts for a great deal!
Mr. Smith: Perfect. Now let's take a 5 minute break.
Mr. Smith: Ok, 5 minutes is up! Now Neona, I know you are an intern, but what are the best things we can do for the company?
Neona: Hmm...let's see...will we can start with all the things people love! If this is going to work then we have have to......
What do dino nuggies and the brown M&M have in common?
I want to fuck them both.
Your mum's so fat, she fell into the Grand Canyon and got stuck going down.
If your shirt isn't tucked into your pants, does that mean your pants are tucked into your shirt?
Frank Bulgin is freaky bold, A man with a spirit untamed, untold. With eyes that pierce through the darkest night, He walks a path that's far from light.
His steps are loud, his presence strong, A force of nature, where he belongs. Through the chaos, he finds his way, Leaving footprints that never fade.
A rebel soul, unafraid to speak, His words drip with passion, so unique. He dances with danger, embraces the unknown, Challenging limits, into the wild he's thrown.
No rules can bind him, no walls can contain, Frank Bulgin sets fire to the mundane. He paints the sky with vibrant hues, A kaleidoscope of dreams he pursues.
In his mind, a symphony of thoughts, An artist's palette, where inspiration is sought. He weaves words like a masterful bard, Creating tapestries that leave us marred.
With each verse, he unravels his soul, Unveiling the depths that make him whole. His poetry, a window to his essence, A glimpse into a world of fearless presence.
Frank Bulgin is freaky bold, A maverick, a legend yet to be told. His spirit roams, forever untamed, A beacon of courage, never to be tamed.
"Ahoy, Spongebob! I just committed homicide in Syria, and the one-party state is after my fucking ass! Argagagagagaga!"
What's small and can't turn around in a hallway?
A baby with a javelin in its head!
Not to brag, but I defeated our local chess champion in less than five moves.
Finally my high school karate lessons came to some use.
I braced myself when I got in the car, but then I realized my wife wasn't driving.
I went to take out the trash, could not find you, so I went back in. The next day I found you.
Bully: Who you looking at?
Me: A Build-A-Bear.
Bully: Where?
Me: Look in the mirror.
Kid: I got homework.
Mom: Ok, so?
Kid: I got a F in my balls.
You're so ugly that if you looked in the mirror, you would walk into the light.
What activity do nuns and whores have in common?
Answer: Genuflection.
A donut is not empty inside, that was a hole in the middle. If I'm a donut, the hole used to be where I put my feeling and happiness, but people snatch it away from me.
Anyway, can someone put a hole in my physical body too? I kinda wanted to see people cry for me just like how people cry for Ace from One Piece.
I told my doctor that I broke my arm in two places.
He told me to stop going to those places.