My jokes

Poopies in my undies.

Why are you censoring my friend Franz? He's just making jokes, but you admins get offended too easily, f*cktards!

Why the f was my shooting joke removed? It was funny, and this is obviously a website for morbid humor. WTF, I mean, worstjokesever.com. Come on...

My dad is a pussy.

I complimented my neighbor's skeleton decoration for Halloween, but they just told me that it's their anorexic daughter.

Son: Hey dad, why is my name Canada?

Dad: Because you were made there.

Mum: We haven't been to Canada.

Dad: Hol' up a minute.

Son: Dad, why did you name my sister Paris?

Dad: Because she was made there.

Son: Thanks, Dad.

Dad: You're welcome, Backseat.

Girl: Mom, meet my boyfriend.

Mom: Meet my boyfriend.

Girl's boyfriend: Dad, is that you? Are you back from the supermarket with milk?

Mom's boyfriend: Uh, gtg.

Jack and Jill went up the hill to start to build the still for Jill.

Jack stopped and said to drunkin' Jill, "To build this still will take so long."

Jill said to Jack, "Well, f--k the still and kiss my ass, and watch me take another pill!"

There's nothing else that can beat up dog.

What's up, dog?

Just my depression!

I was at my drumming lesson and I accidentally dropped my drum stick when my sister made a terrible joke.

KA-DOOM-CHA!

My future is so bright, I need a flashlight to see where I'm going.

A lady asked if I heard about the mass shooting in Ohio. I said yes, my friend died there. She said I’m so sorry. I said yeah, I tried telling him the police had good aim. Worse than that, he just found out his sister was cheating on him.

I told the doctor I didn’t want a brain surgery. But he changed my mind.

My arse hole hurts like no joke, man. I just had to tell that your heads a peanut, you fucking nonce, kid, you fat fuck sack, your mum you dirty cow!

My phone battery lasts longer than your relationships.

My undergrad was killer. It was murder in the first degree.

I'm running out of degrees? I guess I better throw myself in fire to raise my internal temperature (measured in degrees).

You know what they say: "Location, location, location." So my dad stuck a thermometer up his butt, and now he has degrees.

Do you want to know why I hired a protractor to tutor my nephew in IIROC? Because he has degrees. 180 of them. So he's smar[t].