When you're sitting in class and the quiet kid yells, "Lovely day, isn't it?" ... and you see a Glock shape in his pocket.
If you cut off your head, you can't breathe.
You also can't breathe if you die.
So why isn't it debreathiation?
If a kid does not go to sleep during nap time, isn't he resisting a rest?
You wanna know why Stephen Hawking isnt going to heaven? Because it's a stairway not a ramp
what goes in and comes out and makes you feel good but isnt sexual ( insulin ) for more of these jokes go to diabeticjokeswww.foralaugh.com
Q/what do you call an elaphant that isnt important? A/My sister
Wait, isn't this Sans' job to make a joke?
This isn't a joke.
There was a homeless family in need of a room, but the guy said no more rooms because they were homeless. So, they got into a barn, and the mother gave birth to a young healthy boy. Before you say anything bad to a homeless man, that little boy was born on December 25th. Guess who it is.
JESUS CHRIST!!!!!! STOP HURTING THE HOMELESS PEOPLE AND START HELPING THEM!!!!!!!!
This isn't a joke; I just want to spread awareness of anatidaephobia.
A bicurious man goes to a gay bar.
A gay man offers him a drink.
The bi man explains he doesn't know if he's gay or not.
"That's fine," he says, "let's just have a drink."
The gay man asks him for a dance, and he explains again he isn't sure if he's gay or not.
Eventually, the gay man invites him to go home with him to hang out as friends.
They get to his house, and the gay man says, "Do you fancy having sex?"
He isn't sure, so the gay man explains, "I'll push in slow, and at any point you want to stop, make animal sounds, and if you like it, start singing."
So they get to it, and the gay man pushes in slowly, the bi man bursts out "MOOOOO MOOOOO MOOOOOOVVVEE CCLOSSEEERRRR"
What do you call a dog with no legs?
It doesn't matter what you call him, he isn't coming.
Stephen Hawking isn't actually dead. He is just having an update.
Don't worry, Stephen Hawking isn't dead.
They have just got to copy and paste his memory onto a USB.
