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Q: What is the difference between the men’s final at Wimbledon and a high school choral performance?
A: The tennis final has more men.

A father asked his 10 year old son if he knew about the birds and the bees.
“I don’t want to know!” the child said, bursting into tears. “Promise me you won’t tell me.”
Confused, the father asked what was wrong.
“Oh dad,” the boy sobbed, “when I was 6 I got the there’s no Santa speech. At 7, I got the there’s no Easter Bunny speech. When I was 8, you hit me with the there’s no Tooth Fairy’ speech. If you tell me that grown-ups don’t really fuck, I’ll have nothing left to live for.”

The Lone Ranger comes into town during the hottest part of summer. He stops outside a bar and tells Tonto to run in circles around Silver his horse, waving his poncho to keep a nice breeze on Silver while he goes in to drink. A couple of minutes later a man dressed in black swaggers into the bar and says “You the Lone Ranger?” “Yes, I am” the Lone Ranger replies. “Oh,” says the man dressed in black, “Did ya know ya left your injun runnin?”

A dumb Blonde died and went to Heaven. When she got to the Pearly Gates, she met St. Peter who said, “Before you get to come into Heaven, you have to pass a test.”

“Oh, No!” she said, but St. Peter said not to worry he’d make it easy.

“Who was God’s son?” said St. Peter.

The dumb Blonde thought for a few minutes and said “Andy!”

“That’s interesting… What made you say that?” asked St. Peter.

Then she started to sing “Andy walks with me! Andy talks with me! Andy tells me…”

(To the tune of Gloria Gaynor’s “I will survive”)

At first I was afraid, I was petrified.
By the ugly slapper that was lying by my side.
I would’ve drunk a little less, I would’ve tried to keep my head,
If I’d known for just one second you’d assault me in your bed.

I tried to go, walk out the door.
But you’ve been sitting on my legs and I can’t feel them anymore.
And now you’re sitting on my face, my nose has vanished – not a trace.
I only hope that you’re big knickers aren’t made of liquorice lace.

I want to go, I’ve got to leave.
Before your fat and naked body makes me want to heave.
Only hope that no one saw me walking home with such a slut.
God the things that you get up to when you’re half cut.

I can’t believe, I’m lying here.
It’s all ‘cos of that f**king evil drink that we call beer.
You can sod your beer goggles, shit I must have been blind,
To mistake that Hoover dam for a sexy young behind.

Please let me go, I’m getting scared.
There’s nothing I can do to stop those ugly breasts from being bared.
I think that I must have been mad, God what made me want to court her?
With tits that look like Tesco bags I’ve just filled up with water.

It’s time to go, run out the door.
She’s started hinting she wants sex on her dirty lino floor.
I don’t think there’s anything worse
Than the al-co-hol-lics curse.

I will survive, I will survive, I will survive!



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