Two lepers meet on the street.
First says "How are you doing?"
Second says "Mustn't crumble!"
Street Jokes
I was driving a car and a fat person was crossing the street. When I swerved my car to miss her, I ran out of gas.
What do you call it if you find an old organ keyboard on the side of the road?
Organ harvesting.
I'd love to move to a country ruled by Scott Stapp of Creed. Not only is it a place with golden streets, but it also welcomes people of all kinds with arms wide open.
I saw a little boy playing alone in the street. I told him that was a bad idea, then asked for his parents.
God, orphanages are fun to work at!!
So, little Johnny is walking down the street and asks a stranger, "Sir, what are hormones?"
Then the man replies, "The moans of a fucking whore!"
Can you imagine The Count from Sesame Street having sex? "1 orgasm..., 2 orgasm..., 3 orgasm..., ah ah ah!"
What’s big and black on the road?
I saw a guy crossing a street once. The light was red.
Sally had 69 boobs, which was 222 many, 69,222. So she went to the doctor on 51st street, 69,222,51, who gave her pills. She took them 8 times a day, and now she is boobless.
Why’d the chicken cross the road?
To get choked and stroked by Mr. Big Bloke!
“We’ll choke and stroke, it ain’t no joke!”
Why do the orphans love going to the bakery down the street so much? Because their cookies are homemade.
What kind of streets do ghosts haunt?
Dead ends.
What did the traffic light say to the other?
🚦🚥🚦 Stop looking, I'm changing!
Rape is no laughing matter. The reason why women are not believed in rape is because of you mother fucking shitbirds with no future who will become drunkards and drug dealers who go broke and live on the street getting hit by a fucking car. Fuck all of you sadists who think this kind of shit is funny, well shut the fuck up. Go jump off a bridge or get hit by car and I hope you fucking sickos die.
Stop rape. Stop rappe. Stop rapibg innocent children and women and men. I am done with rape. I am done with it!
You are so fat you were able to occupy Wall Street all by yourself.
You: "Captain, where is this plane going?"
Captain: "New York, 175 Greenwich Street."
Floor on the road?
Were you born on the streets? Because that's where most accidents happen.
Yesterday I saw an orphan walking down the street. I asked him if he was ok. He said no, so I asked him if he needed help. And he said yes, so I let him in my car and said, "Don't worry, you'll be home with your parents soon." He said my parents died. I said I know.
