Like jokes
Your forehead and hairline are like friends; they go way back.
Relationships are a lot like algebra. Have you ever looked at your X and wondered, "Y?"
What do you say to a black midget?
Wanna a shower? You look like you got splashed by a muddy puddle.
Solicitors are more likely to harass someone with a “no soliciting” sign on their front porch.
There's a girl I like in my school, but she's always on her phone. It seems that I can't get a SIGNAL from her.
Roses are red, violets are blue, that joke is old, just like you.
Q. What kind of school does an ice cream man go to?
A. Sunday school!
Psst! Don't understand? Well, "Sunday" sounds like "Sundae." Get it now? Nope? Sorry. Plus, it's an ice cream homophone joke.
August 2020: LeafyIsHere gets terminated on Youtube for harassing Pokimane.
Billy, a toxic kid in Leafy's fanbase: "Imane's life is a joke, that's why I call her Jokeimane."
A person who simps for Pokimane: "And you look like you came from a farm, Hillbilly."
Grocery stores are like IKEA: you have to assemble the food yourself.
So, I walked up to my grandma and I said, "What color would you be on a rainbow cupcake?" She just turned 61, ok, ok. So I'm like, "I got it, I got it, ok, ok." She's like: "Ok, what color?" I say: "Grey."
He do American feel like Trump is the president, he is stupid like soup.
An alligator is in a class, turns out he likes teaching!
Someone cutting the cheese then farted.
Someone sees the cheese, and it smelled like crap (literally). He said, "Who cut the cheese?"
At 6, she wanted a happy mama.
At 8, she hated acting like a mom.
At 10, she wanted to see her own smile again.
At 11, she wanted to see her mom.
I'm like a teddy bear. I don't like to be fucked.
Your hairline be lookin' like my negative bank account balance -1,000,000.
Fruit punch sounds like the name of a gay boxer.
Germans be like, “Guten Morgan.”
Bitch, that's not my name.
My boyfriend always likes when I wear my fishnet sleeves. He says it looks great on me, but he doesn’t know that my skin is covered with scars... no one does. No one questions why I wear them everyday. I hope it stays like that because I can’t deal with my mom finding out that I still hurt myself.
How is the world like a box of crayons?
Nobody likes the white ones.
And a side note, it's multi colored.