Yours jokes
Tyler is ugly.
If you are called Tyler, change your name.
So things are just too tiring to sort out... like which adoption center you should send your son to?
Mom, where are we going?
To your grandma's funeral.
Yeah, 'cause I 360 no-scoped that b*tch in the face.
Why did the orphan girl cry during sex?
Because her boyfriend said "Who's your daddy?"
BAJAHAHAHHAA
Your hairline so far back, it's a wide receiver for the Minnesota Vikings.
Kill the commies
Dad: Hey, uh... you're adopted.
Dog: *frown*
An orphan boy at my school did really badly on a test and started crying. I said, “Don’t worry, your parents won’t say anything.”
If you mixed the Iraq wheat scandal with the basics card paying other people's dole to your wife and tumble dried it in a royal commission that made your priestly mates look bad, what would you get?
Tony Abbott's career.
Friend A: Do you like Wendy's?
Friend B: Yes, why?
Friend A: Wen-dez nuts in your mouth!
"If your enemy is kicking your ass, blame it on the lag."
-- Sun Tzu, The Art of War
You're so fat, you have your own gravitational pull.
Your hairline left you because you were too ugly for your push back hairline.
The tables in my class are straight, but I can’t say the same thing for your hairline.
If you tried to look at your hairline in a mirror, it would shatter into 100,000,000,000 pieces.
I asked a European what do you call Karens in your country? He said, "American women."
An orphan comes up to me and says, "You're ugly." I said, "You remind me of Spider-Man: No Way Home."
At one point in your life, you were exactly pi years old.
Pilot: So Kobe, it seems like you’re not going to make it to your destination in time, so I’m going to put it on autopilot so I can find a place to fill with gas.
Kobe: Take us to the side of that mountain at full speed. I don’t really want to go to the event anymore.
Dating in your 30s is like looking for a parking spot...
The good ones are all taken. The rest are either handicapped or too far away.
Your hair line is curved like a moving train.
