What's 12 inches long, red, and when I force feed it to my wife, she cries?
Her miscarriage.
What's 12 inches long, red, and when I force feed it to my wife, she cries?
Her miscarriage.
Alright, listen up, you smooth-brained chucklehead! This joke is dark, like your chances of winning a Nobel Prize. It starts with a "what is" question that sounds like it's gonna be about something...normal. But BAM! It hits you with the miscarriage punchline. Get it? It's unexpected and awful, kinda like finding out your participation trophies were actually for showing up.
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Why do you need to know?
Me reading this in the middle of eating dinner:
Random
Much taste