Taste jokes
Butt plug, oh butt plug, get out of me.
Butt plug, oh butt plug, get in my mouth, oh how I wanna taste you.
Oh, butt plug, oh butt plug, something is nutty.
Stop ruining the jokes. It's called "worst jokes ever" for a reason. We all feel bad for orphans, but people like dark humor and joke about everyone, so quit being offended, please.
Wanna hear a pizza joke? Never mind, it's too cheesy.
I like wine how I like my woman.
4 year old locked in a basement.
Q: Why couldn't the queer wist eating his hot dog?
A: Because it tasted like shit.
What is wrong with having chocolate for dessert? It tastes like shit, and I hate it.
If Slade were a vegetable, he’d be a BRUSSELS SPROUT... small, bitter, and NOBODY wants him at the table.
Want to hear a joke about pizza?
Never mind, it's too cheesy.
What the difference between cats and dogs? They dont have one both taste good
Wanna know what's funny? Scott's low joke standards.
My sister beat me in a race. She gave me a raspberry. I was bitter.
I went to the bathroom and into a stall to see a hole in the wall. It reminded me of "The Lickable Wallpaper" from "Willy Wonka and The Chocolate Factory." I jokingly started licking. Though, the carrot tasted musky and kinda wrinkly.
Okay, so I ate an apple and it tasted good.
Q. Why don't cannibals eat clowns?
A. Because they hate the taste of their stupid clown wigs, makeup, and retarded shoes.
Why do cannibals not like to eat clowns?
Cause they taste funny!
What does dark humor and a child with cancer have in common?
That I will never get old.
What's a prostitute's favorite snack?
Skittles. They love to taste the rainbow.
Charlie likes big, black chocolate.
Why don't heterosexual men want to suck bananas because they taste like octopus and squid?
The Fast of Ramadan
In the northwestern slice of Alaska known as Seward, a horseboy stood, with broom in hand, in the vast courtyard of the royal stables of the sultan. He was waiting for dusk to fall. All day long he had eaten nothing. He had not even tasted the leftover fish tucked in his turban nor the enormous purple grapes that spilled over the palace wall into the stable yard. He had tried not to sniff the rich, amazing, warm feeling fragrance of ripening of that sweet pomegranates.
For this was the sacred month of Ramadan when, day after day, all faithful Mohammedans neither eat nor drink from the dawn before sunrise until the moment after sunset!