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Momma

  • Your momma is so fat, when she got in the Pacific, she became the Pacific Ocean.

    Your mama's so ugly, she got everything for free.

    Hopscotch

  • A young, innocent little girl is playing hopscotch, and she says, "You step on a crack, you break your mama's back." Then she steps on a crack, so her mother's back proceeded to break slowly. Then she said, "You step on a line, you break your dada's spine," but the neighbor's spine broke, and in happiness, the thought-to-be previous father gets in his car and drives through the garage door...

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  • Bullying

  • I was bullying a little kid for having a purple eye and said, "Where'd you get that? Your mom? Your dad?"

    After that, everyone in my group was laughing at the kid. The next day I never saw him again.

    Hand

  • Look at your left hand, now look at your right hand, and tell yourself, "Which hand do you cheat with?"

    Wanking.

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  • Brother

  • Dad: Johnny! Johnny!

    Little Johnny: Yes, Papa?

    Dad: Did you hit your brother?

    Little Johnny: No, Papa!

    Dad: Telling lies?

    Little Johnny: No, Papa!

    Dad: Let me see your fist.

    Little Johnny: Ha ha ha!

    Dad: What is so funny?

    Little Johnny: You are, Dad, because I don't have a brother!

    Dad: >:(

    Little Johnny: What? It's true!

    Dad: You do have a point there, Johnny.

    Little Johnny: Love you, Dad!

    Dad: Love you too, son.

    Baby

  • When you were born your mother said, "Oh, what a treasure!" Your father said, "Yeah, let’s go bury it."

    Story

  • 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.

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  • Language

  • To whoever @heil dem anfuhrer is, I hope you know I can’t understand what you’re saying. So next time you get on an American website, please speak English, and I don’t speak whatever European language that is.😊