Ho fucking hum
Two chickens were walking down the road when one turned to the other and said “shit we’ve fucked up this joke haven’t we”. Hehe, that’s kinda funny. I just asked my lady friend when I should write about and she said chickens so I just started writing and that came out. It’s funny what you mind will produce without your written consent. I suppose I should be happy that it produces poor jokes as opposed to racism or necrophilia or some shit.
I remember the first joke I ever made up myself. Well the first verbal joke. The first joke I ever made was when I was only 3 or 4 or something and I was sitting in the car eating a banana and was whining about what to do with the skin as nobody seemed to be disposing of it for me. So I said “I’m gonna throw it out the window at the next bin I see” and then before my mother even had the chance to scorn me for the foolishness of this plan I had thrown it and cried “there’s one” while pointing into the distance. HA HA HA. That’s still fucking funny isn’t it? Well maybe not.
But the first joke that I ever made up was directly as a result of my best friend in primary school having made up a joke on the spot the day before. His joke went like this “This little kid, let’s call him Johnny, was walking down the street when he passed by a shop which sold pellet guns. Now Johnny was well into all this shit, and he even had his own little handgun pellet firing motherfucker, but he had read in pellet guns monthly that only a little bitch would own anything but the P64-3000 machine pellet guns that were out now. And there in front of little Johnny was P64-3000 sitting in the motherfucking shop…”. Ok so he probably didn’t swear that much. Let’s try again “…. Window. Johnny said ‘I would give any motherfucking thing to own that bad ass bitch’ when suddenly the motherfucking devil…” oh fuck it “…appeared out of thin air and said ‘oh really, well if you just sign this contract then I’ll give you the gun’. Johnny eagerly grabbed a pen from his pocket and started signing the contract. The devil, who had obviously added a clause into the contract that the boys soul would own to him upon delivery thought to himself ‘Hehe little boys never check the small print’. Little Johnny thought to himself ‘Hehe the devil never checks for invisible ink”.
Now that doesn’t completely make sense but we were only little and I still think it’s funny. My joke the next day was “This man and wife were shaggin in the bedroom when suddenly the bedroom door exploded into the room and in front of a fiery background the devil was standing there. He pointed left at the couple’s chest of drawers and BANG it burst into flames. He did it again to the right and BANG their cupboard goes up in smoke. The man, initially terrified by the devil, by this point had had enough and sat up in bed and shouted ‘HEY! How dare you come bustin in here’”.
Perhaps too clever for a child. Perhaps too stupid for an adult. Who knows. I bet you don’t get it anyway.
I remember the first joke I ever made up myself. Well the first verbal joke. The first joke I ever made was when I was only 3 or 4 or something and I was sitting in the car eating a banana and was whining about what to do with the skin as nobody seemed to be disposing of it for me. So I said “I’m gonna throw it out the window at the next bin I see” and then before my mother even had the chance to scorn me for the foolishness of this plan I had thrown it and cried “there’s one” while pointing into the distance. HA HA HA. That’s still fucking funny isn’t it? Well maybe not.
But the first joke that I ever made up was directly as a result of my best friend in primary school having made up a joke on the spot the day before. His joke went like this “This little kid, let’s call him Johnny, was walking down the street when he passed by a shop which sold pellet guns. Now Johnny was well into all this shit, and he even had his own little handgun pellet firing motherfucker, but he had read in pellet guns monthly that only a little bitch would own anything but the P64-3000 machine pellet guns that were out now. And there in front of little Johnny was P64-3000 sitting in the motherfucking shop…”. Ok so he probably didn’t swear that much. Let’s try again “…. Window. Johnny said ‘I would give any motherfucking thing to own that bad ass bitch’ when suddenly the motherfucking devil…” oh fuck it “…appeared out of thin air and said ‘oh really, well if you just sign this contract then I’ll give you the gun’. Johnny eagerly grabbed a pen from his pocket and started signing the contract. The devil, who had obviously added a clause into the contract that the boys soul would own to him upon delivery thought to himself ‘Hehe little boys never check the small print’. Little Johnny thought to himself ‘Hehe the devil never checks for invisible ink”.
Now that doesn’t completely make sense but we were only little and I still think it’s funny. My joke the next day was “This man and wife were shaggin in the bedroom when suddenly the bedroom door exploded into the room and in front of a fiery background the devil was standing there. He pointed left at the couple’s chest of drawers and BANG it burst into flames. He did it again to the right and BANG their cupboard goes up in smoke. The man, initially terrified by the devil, by this point had had enough and sat up in bed and shouted ‘HEY! How dare you come bustin in here’”.
Perhaps too clever for a child. Perhaps too stupid for an adult. Who knows. I bet you don’t get it anyway.
posted by Justin at 2:56 PM
2 Comments:
I remember laughing and laughing and laughing over this joke:
what's green and hairy and goes up and down?
a gooseberry in a lift
it's really not funny but at the age of 4 it was hysterical every single time, out of the ten times i told it every single day.
kids have a fucked up sense of humour.
oops that last comment was from me by the way.
love you!
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