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Incest

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Q: How do you stop babies from being conceived through incest?

A: Cum on your cousin's face.

Pedophile

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I dated a lot of girls before I married my wife. I was living with one of them when I arrived home one day to find her bags packed and next to the door. I asked her, "Baby, what's going on?" She said, "I'm leaving you."

"But why?" I replied.

"Because you're a pedophile!" she answered.

"That's a pretty big word for a six-year-old," I said.

Anal Sex

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What’s the difference between anal and oral sex?

Oral sex makes your day. Anal makes your hole weak.

Sex

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How can you tell if your husband is dead?

The sex is the same, but you get to use the remote.

Wife

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A man wakes up and asks his wife, “Are you okay? You were cursing me all night in your sleep.” The wife replies, “Who says I was sleeping?”

Little Timmy

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A school shooter enters a kindergarten classroom. Little Timmy says, “He’s my daddy!”

The teacher, Mr. Mortez, screams. Little Timmy then says, “Mr. Mortez, my daddy says you’re a big fat whale and he wants to roll you all the way to Canada!” *pushes Mr. Mortez* Little Timmy says, “Hail f**king Canada!”

Ball

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Hey, do you know who Dragon248 is? No, who is he? He's dragging these balls off your face.

Age

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What goes up but never comes down? Your age. You have probably heard this joke before.

Mom

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Why is pounding your mom like playing video games?

Because once you start, you just can’t stop until you win!

Rape

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What’s the worst thing about having a daughter with cancer?

You can’t pull on her hair when you’re raping her.

Story

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Lemme tell you a little story.

It’s night. You’re in your room, trying to sleep. But you keep hearing it—scratching. Soft at first. Like fingernails on wood. You tell yourself it’s rats, or the house settling. But it keeps going. Slow... then faster.

So finally, you get outta bed. You get on your hands and knees, put your ear to the floor. And you hear it. A voice. Whispers. Crying.

Your heart’s pounding. You grab a crowbar. You pry up the floorboards. One by one. Your sweat’s dripping into the dust. The noise gets louder.

And finally... you peel back the last plank.

And you see these eyes. Wide and terrified. And a pale little face staring up at you.

BOOOOOOO!!!!

It’s Anne Frank.