You're jokes
Me: Pretend your name is “puberty.”
Friend: Ok?
Me: I'mma hit puberty!
*hits my friend*
Knock knock.
Who’s there?
Your dead son.
Your hairline dates so far back like when your dad left.
Dear algebra,
I don't want to find your X. I don't know Y she left you.
Me: God, Bryce, do we really have to talk about this again?
Bryce: What?
Me: You're still talking shit!! I already told you! It's 9 inches! Stop saying it's 3!
P.S. I'm a girl.
Your maw *microsoft shutting down noise*
Your mama is so stupid, she took a spoon to the Super Bowl!
An alien goes to Area 51, but I wonder why he doesn't go to your house?
What’s the difference between a mediocre thief and professional thief?
The mediocre thief will say “give me all your money!”
And a professional thief will say “sign here please.”
A kid just becomes an orphan, well, I guess it's better than being a hobo.
I heard there is a zozo hobo who eats all your Pringles.
"Doin' your mom, doin', doin' your mom."
She’s so therapeutic.
When I need to cure my restlessness, I br-br-br-br-br-br-br-br motorboat your mom's breastestess!
What did the vegetable say to the other before the fight?
Time to beet your maker.
What do you call a mom that is yours?
Your mom!
Knock, knock.
Who’s there?
Orange who?
Orange glad I didn’t say banana. Hahaha, you’re right, I hate that guy!
I don't have any friends.
If you like this, I can be your friend :)
What's the difference between you and me? You're not strangling a man with a cloak on.
My grandpa and your hairline go way back.
Why did the boy drop his ice cream?
Because he got hit by a truck.
Knock, knock.
Who's there?
Europe.
Europe who?
No, I'm not a poo, you're a poo.
Your life, that's all.