Because their peckers are on their face.
Posted on 05/01/2026 9:35:23 AM PDT by Nateman
It is Friday. Time once again for some silliness!
Because their peckers are on their face.
I heard a different version of that joke. A small man 12 inches tall is kicking people’s drinks over and is generally making himself as unpleasant as he can. In this one the Genie gave him a 12 inch prick.
Anybody know where on Earth Mt. Doom is?
Guy walks into a bar and brags that he found a naked lady tied to the railroad tracks. . So, he untied her, took her back to his apartment, and made mad, passionate love to her all night.
Bartender asked if she was a good kisser.
“Don’t know,” he said. “I couldn’t find her head!
Conch Sciousness.
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I love jokes that make me laugh and feel bad at the same time.
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Many, many moons ago, San Francisco was so much fun. The City By The Bay welcomed the United States Navy every year during Fleet Week. The homosexuals had not polluted the entire City. They were mostly on Polk St. Herb Caen was an amazing columnist, a must-read every week. I instantly memorized the ditty below after it appeared in a Caen column. There is a street in The City spelled Gough. After reading this below, I have NO IDEA how to pronounce it. Enjoy
As if my life weren’t hard enough
I have to live on a street spelled Gough
I really wouldn’t mind it though
Why not merely pronounce it Gough
If slough is slew, to rhyme with through
Couldn’t you pronounce it Gough
Or if you’re saying plough and bough,
What’s wrong with just plain Gough?
You can lead a horse to the watering trough
But you can’t make him drink
And I won’t say Gough!
Joe Biden walks into a bar. He sees a beautiful woman. He walks up to her, puts his arm around her, and says, “So....do I come here often?”
A French guy learning English:
“O-U-G-H”
I’m taught p-l-o-u-g-h
Shall be pronouncé “plow.”
“Zat’s easy w’en you know,” I say,
“Mon Anglais, I’ll get through!”
My teacher say zat in zat case,
O-u-g-h is “oo.”
And zen I laugh and say to him,
“Zees Anglais make me cough.”
He say, “Not ‘coo,’ but in zat word,
O-u-g-h is ‘off.’”
Oh, Sacre bleu! Such varied sounds
Of words makes me hiccough!
He say, “Again mon frien’ ees wrong;
O-u-g-h is ‘up’
In hiccough.” Zen I cry, “No more,
You make my t’roat feel rough.”
“Non, non!” he cry, “you are not right;
O-u-g-h is ‘uff.’”
I say, “I try to spik your words,
I cannot spik zem though.”
“In time you’ll learn, but now you’re wrong!
O-u-g-h is ‘owe.’”
“I’ll try no more, I s’all go mad,
I’ll drown me in ze lough!”
“But ere you drown yourself,” said he,
“O-u-g-h is ‘ock.’”
He taught no more, I held him fast,
And killed him wiz a rough!
— Charles Battell Loomis
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