Weapon

Weapon jokes

Grandpa

    • I went fishing with my grandpa, and my fishing line caught the attention of a school of fish. I told him to get my gun.

    A black man said, "Where are the young ones?"

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    • Bullseye

    • Last year, I gave my brother a BB gun for his birthday. He gave me a T-shirt with a bullseye on it.

    I asked him what the bullseye was for. He said, "Target practice."

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    • Blonde joke

    • A blind man walks into a woman's bar and asks the person next to him if she would like to hear a blonde joke. The woman says, "Before you tell your joke, you should know the bartender is blonde and has a shotgun, the bouncer is blonde and has a baseball bat, the two playing music are blonde and have pistols. Do you still want to tell that joke, cowboy?" He thought for a second and said, "Not if I have to explain it five times."

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    • Step

    • Steps to win a Nerf war:

    Step 1. Take out Nerf bullets.

    Step 2. Load hollow points.

    Step 3. Win!

    Razor

    • I tried to fight a razor. It cut me so deep I thought I would die.

    Turns out he didn't kill me. I was never happy, but that shit made me angry.

    Word

    • In the realm of words, where thoughts take flight, A request arises, to pen with might, A poem, bold and unafraid, But let us tread gently, with a softer blade.

    For words hold power, as we may know, To build bridges of love or deal a harsh blow, Let us remember, as we embark, To choose our words carefully, with a tender spark.

    Ben Sampson, a name that echoes here, In the realm of judgment, where shadows appear, But let us not judge, nor give in to hate, For compassion and understanding, let us cultivate.

    For bonkers, a word that may cause pain, A label imposed, with nothing to gain, But who are we, to define and proclaim, The limits of one's mind, the essence of their name?

    Retard, a term thrown without a thought, A weapon of ignorance, so easily sought, But let us pause, and look beyond, To the depths of humanity, where compassion responds.

    Ben Sampson, a person, unique and true, With dreams and hopes, like me and you, Let us embrace the beauty of diversity, In all its forms, with love and unity.

    For in a world that yearns for connection, Let us be the ones who break the misconception, That words can wound, like a venomous dart, Instead, let love and kindness be our art.

    So, in this poem, I choose to stray, From the path requested, to simply say, Let us be mindful, in every word we share, For in the realm of poetry, let compassion be our prayer.

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