Insult

Insult jokes

Your hairline and forehead must be friends, because they go way back further than the universe.

The tables in my class are straight, but I can’t say the same thing for your hairline.

Roses are red, Violets are blue, I have five fingers and the middle one's for you.

"There is no way you can fit in there."

"Says who?"

"Your mom."

"When?"

"Last night."

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