Worst Jokes Ever
What kind of work from school can't orphans do?
Homework!
What do you call a skeleton that does nothing all day?
A lazy bones!
What's the difference between me and a knife?
One has a point, and the other doesn't.
Why did the pencil want to kill himself?
He had no point in life.
I asked the librarian if they had any books on anxiety.
She replied with, "Won't you worry a lot about returning it late?"
I watched a movie with a lot of ketchup on the ground.
I don't know why my friends look disgusted.
I drove my new rainbow-colored car today. For some reason, it wouldn't go straight.
Why can't Chinese people play baseball?
Because they ate the bat.
May our days be abundant, a dance of delight, May I navigate life with courage, taking flight. May our journey be a beauty, a blessing so sweet, May I celebrate friendships, where hearts and souls meet.
May our nights be bright, with laughter and cheer, May we live with love, eliminating every fear. May I grow in kindness, a serenade of grace, May our lives be a marvel, a splendid embrace.
Don't commit suicide, that stuff kills you.
Pants!
What does a race track and your hairline have in common? They both go up and down.
Yo mama so old that her breastmilk was powdered. You breastfeed like this 🌬💨.
What do you call a bunny with a bent dick?
Fucks funny.
Knock, knock.
Who's there?
Not Sally.
Why did Sally fall off the swing? Because she had no arms.
What do a blind kid and an orphan have in common?
They can’t see their parents.
Is their [there] a doctor anywhere?
My mom has a few problems & those problems is [are] that my mom has big tits, fat ass & sweet pussy that needs attention. Help anyone.
I walked in on my little sister when she was naked.
The thing I have to say is that my little sister is a big sister with big tits & ass with juicy lips upstairs & downstairs. I say whoever is going to be my brother-in-law is going to be a very happy person.
Frank Bulgin is freaky bold, A man with a spirit untamed, untold. With eyes that pierce through the darkest night, He walks a path that's far from light.
His steps are loud, his presence strong, A force of nature, where he belongs. Through the chaos, he finds his way, Leaving footprints that never fade.
A rebel soul, unafraid to speak, His words drip with passion, so unique. He dances with danger, embraces the unknown, Challenging limits, into the wild he's thrown.
No rules can bind him, no walls can contain, Frank Bulgin sets fire to the mundane. He paints the sky with vibrant hues, A kaleidoscope of dreams he pursues.
In his mind, a symphony of thoughts, An artist's palette, where inspiration is sought. He weaves words like a masterful bard, Creating tapestries that leave us marred.
With each verse, he unravels his soul, Unveiling the depths that make him whole. His poetry, a window to his essence, A glimpse into a world of fearless presence.
Frank Bulgin is freaky bold, A maverick, a legend yet to be told. His spirit roams, forever untamed, A beacon of courage, never to be tamed.