I rate you a 9/11.
Are you a building?
Cuz I rate you 9/11.
if priests were on Twitter, they would tweet, "He's a 10 but he's 10."
I rate these jokes 9/11.
Was your dad a pilot? Because I rate you a 9/11
(This is a fucked up pick up line). Are you a building? Because I rate you 9/11.
Why could not the 11 year old watch the pirate movie?
because it was rated RRRRGGGG.
I am guessing you don't understand :(
Why can't Heaven and Hell ever be one 2nd paradise?
Heaven always has 5-star reviews.
Why can’t orphans watch Netflix?
Because they don't know what age rate they are...
How does the earth rate its sex?
Earthquake, Cataclysm, Volcano explosion, Earth's core explodes.
If the earth's core explodes, then he got tore up!
What do you call a group of Emo kids?
Suicide Squad.
What jumps and never let's go?
An Emo kid.
I bet all Emos want to be like their biggest influencers some day.
Dead.
Why do Emos want to be the "Scene" these days?
The only thing I've "Scene" from them is their suicide rate climbing, it's starting to climb quicker than they did to get to the top of whatever they jumped off.
I'd rate the food in Afghanistan a 9/11. That shit was bomb.
Call me a bad economy with high interest rates and low spending, 'cause I'm in a great depression.
Everyone give this joke a thumb's down and see if it can become the worst rated joke on the site.
How do pirates like their movies?
You already know the answer, don't you?
Well...
ARRR rated! Huh huh huh...
Why can't orphans have a five-star GTA because they're not wanted?
Orphan: "Why can’t I watch a PG movie?"
Me: "They are Parental Guidance."
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Husband: Hey honey, words can’t describe how beautiful you are.
Wife: Aww, thanks.
Husband: But numbers can. 0 out of 10.
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