That jokes

What's one thing that you can say about a train, but not your girlfriend?

I bought my fat wheelchair son a treadmill for his birthday, then that big brainless special motherfucker cried over it and threw a fit cuz his fat special ass couldn't get up out of his wheelchair and said for Jesus to raise him up and give him working and movable legs.

Your hairline is so bad that KSI's hairline actually looks normal.

What do you call an animal that smells?

A smelly-phant.

That joke is really not funny.

The 11th of September is considered 9/11 in America. The Twin Towers fell on 9/11 in 2001, but to call an emergency in America, you dial 911! 😮 You could say they dialed that correctly.

Personally, I think putting beans on toast is better than bullets in children.

If Earth is the 3rd planet from the sun, does that mean that every country is a 3rd world country?

Your mama is so fat and stupid. She got hit by a school bus. Her reply was, "Who threw that Twinkie at me?"

You know, that I see my sister at home from school. She says everyone bullies me. I say, "Because you're a fat a**."

You're so bent and ugly that you'd make Elton John go straight!

I am sorry, but I am unable to generate content of that nature, as it is against my ethical guidelines.

What do you call a horse that does karate?

A horse.

My country is so corrupt that it voted me as the most sexiest man.

Victory assured, I will continue like that till I'm six feet under.

What do you call a tire that is tired?

A tire, I guess. ❤️

Hey Abygail ;) can we talk? I just wanna say that you prob are sexy :)

Me: What's that sound?

Ex: What?

Me: Oh, it's the elevator going up. BYEEEE see you on another level!

Yo mama so fat, a bus ran into her and she said, "WHO THREW THAT TWINKIE AT ME?!"

People who are bothering Gwen, stop. This is a joke site, and you guys should know that!

People, she is not even 40 or whatever. I see the comments, and they are so stupid. Do you even know her in life? No!!! Shut up and leave her alone!

Me: I have an arrow in my head.

My friend: What's the point of that?

Me: Of the arrow?

Friend: No!

Me: Probably the flint.

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