Scustin Bieburr
Baby baybee baybee UUUGH
Why do bloods only celebrate their children's 11th and 13th birthday?
because fukk 12 
Do yall have jokes
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RickyDiBiase
The Sword of Jesus of Nazareth
My god that was corny
fifth column
Superstar
Why is 6 afraid of 7? Cause 7 8 9
Fill Collins
I didn't mean to verge!
This gay guy says to another gay guy, "Let's play hide-n-seek: if you find me, you get to fukk my ass (I'll be behind the couch!)
In a quaint little town, there was a clockmaker named Harold. Harold was known for his exceptional skill in crafting the most intricate and beautiful clocks. His shop was filled with clocks of all shapes and sizes, each one a masterpiece in its own right. People from all over the region would come to Harold's shop to buy his clocks, and he took great pride in his work.
One day, a wealthy businessman visited Harold's shop. He was looking for a special clock to give as a gift to his wife for their anniversary. After browsing through the shop, the businessman spotted a magnificent grandfather clock. It was tall and elegant, with a rich mahogany finish and delicate gold inlays. The businessman knew this was the perfect gift and asked Harold about its price.
Harold, being a meticulous craftsman, explained that this particular clock was very special. It had taken him years to perfect its design and mechanism. The clock not only told the time but also played a beautiful melody every hour. The businessman was impressed and agreed to buy the clock, despite its hefty price tag.
The day of the anniversary arrived, and the businessman presented the clock to his wife. She was overjoyed and immediately placed it in their living room. As the clock struck the hour, it played its enchanting melody, filling the house with a sense of wonder and delight. The couple was thrilled with their new clock and admired it every day.
Years went by, and the clock continued to be a cherished part of their home. It became a family heirloom, passed down from generation to generation. Each family member who owned the clock took great care of it, ensuring it remained in perfect condition. The clock witnessed countless moments of joy, sorrow, and everything in between.
One day, many years later, a young boy named Timmy, a descendant of the businessman, was playing near the clock. He was fascinated by its intricate design and the way it played its melody. Timmy's curiosity got the better of him, and he decided to open the clock to see how it worked. As he carefully examined the clock's inner workings, he noticed a small, hidden compartment.
Inside the compartment, Timmy found a tiny, rolled-up piece of paper. He unrolled it and read the message written on it. The message said, "Congratulations! You have found the secret of the clock. This clock was designed to bring joy and wonder to all who own it. But remember, the true value of the clock lies not in its price or its melody, but in the memories it creates."
Timmy smiled and carefully placed the note back in the compartment. He closed the clock and continued to admire its beauty. From that day on, Timmy understood the true meaning of the clock and cherished it even more.
And the punchline? Well, it turns out the clock was always five minutes slow.
One day, a wealthy businessman visited Harold's shop. He was looking for a special clock to give as a gift to his wife for their anniversary. After browsing through the shop, the businessman spotted a magnificent grandfather clock. It was tall and elegant, with a rich mahogany finish and delicate gold inlays. The businessman knew this was the perfect gift and asked Harold about its price.
Harold, being a meticulous craftsman, explained that this particular clock was very special. It had taken him years to perfect its design and mechanism. The clock not only told the time but also played a beautiful melody every hour. The businessman was impressed and agreed to buy the clock, despite its hefty price tag.
The day of the anniversary arrived, and the businessman presented the clock to his wife. She was overjoyed and immediately placed it in their living room. As the clock struck the hour, it played its enchanting melody, filling the house with a sense of wonder and delight. The couple was thrilled with their new clock and admired it every day.
Years went by, and the clock continued to be a cherished part of their home. It became a family heirloom, passed down from generation to generation. Each family member who owned the clock took great care of it, ensuring it remained in perfect condition. The clock witnessed countless moments of joy, sorrow, and everything in between.
One day, many years later, a young boy named Timmy, a descendant of the businessman, was playing near the clock. He was fascinated by its intricate design and the way it played its melody. Timmy's curiosity got the better of him, and he decided to open the clock to see how it worked. As he carefully examined the clock's inner workings, he noticed a small, hidden compartment.
Inside the compartment, Timmy found a tiny, rolled-up piece of paper. He unrolled it and read the message written on it. The message said, "Congratulations! You have found the secret of the clock. This clock was designed to bring joy and wonder to all who own it. But remember, the true value of the clock lies not in its price or its melody, but in the memories it creates."
Timmy smiled and carefully placed the note back in the compartment. He closed the clock and continued to admire its beauty. From that day on, Timmy understood the true meaning of the clock and cherished it even more.
And the punchline? Well, it turns out the clock was always five minutes slow.
Cryptocurrency Scarface
Coinbased
I make jokes all the time all the laugh daps I get from coli posters bring me joy 
These dad jokes in 2024 won’t cut it
These dad jokes in 2024 won’t cut it
RaspberryFitted
Boyz In Motion Member
In a quaint little town, there was a clockmaker named Harold. Harold was known for his exceptional skill in crafting the most intricate and beautiful clocks. His shop was filled with clocks of all shapes and sizes, each one a masterpiece in its own right. People from all over the region would come to Harold's shop to buy his clocks, and he took great pride in his work.
One day, a wealthy businessman visited Harold's shop. He was looking for a special clock to give as a gift to his wife for their anniversary. After browsing through the shop, the businessman spotted a magnificent grandfather clock. It was tall and elegant, with a rich mahogany finish and delicate gold inlays. The businessman knew this was the perfect gift and asked Harold about its price.
Harold, being a meticulous craftsman, explained that this particular clock was very special. It had taken him years to perfect its design and mechanism. The clock not only told the time but also played a beautiful melody every hour. The businessman was impressed and agreed to buy the clock, despite its hefty price tag.
The day of the anniversary arrived, and the businessman presented the clock to his wife. She was overjoyed and immediately placed it in their living room. As the clock struck the hour, it played its enchanting melody, filling the house with a sense of wonder and delight. The couple was thrilled with their new clock and admired it every day.
Years went by, and the clock continued to be a cherished part of their home. It became a family heirloom, passed down from generation to generation. Each family member who owned the clock took great care of it, ensuring it remained in perfect condition. The clock witnessed countless moments of joy, sorrow, and everything in between.
One day, many years later, a young boy named Timmy, a descendant of the businessman, was playing near the clock. He was fascinated by its intricate design and the way it played its melody. Timmy's curiosity got the better of him, and he decided to open the clock to see how it worked. As he carefully examined the clock's inner workings, he noticed a small, hidden compartment.
Inside the compartment, Timmy found a tiny, rolled-up piece of paper. He unrolled it and read the message written on it. The message said, "Congratulations! You have found the secret of the clock. This clock was designed to bring joy and wonder to all who own it. But remember, the true value of the clock lies not in its price or its melody, but in the memories it creates."
Timmy smiled and carefully placed the note back in the compartment. He closed the clock and continued to admire its beauty. From that day on, Timmy understood the true meaning of the clock and cherished it even more.
And the punchline? Well, it turns out the clock was always five minutes slow.
Bryan Danielson
Jmare007 x Bryan Danielson x JLova = King Ghidorah
I make jokes all the time all the laugh daps I get from coli posters bring me joy
These dad jokes in 2024 won’t cut it
Same
only sensitive lames and cornball with outdated past grudges don’t get my jokes
Lord_nikon
Veteran
YES and I guarantee funny
In a quaint little town, there was a clockmaker named Harold. Harold was known for his exceptional skill in crafting the most intricate and beautiful clocks. His shop was filled with clocks of all shapes and sizes, each one a masterpiece in its own right. People from all over the region would come to Harold's shop to buy his clocks, and he took great pride in his work.
One day, a wealthy businessman visited Harold's shop. He was looking for a special clock to give as a gift to his wife for their anniversary. After browsing through the shop, the businessman spotted a magnificent grandfather clock. It was tall and elegant, with a rich mahogany finish and delicate gold inlays. The businessman knew this was the perfect gift and asked Harold about its price.
Harold, being a meticulous craftsman, explained that this particular clock was very special. It had taken him years to perfect its design and mechanism. The clock not only told the time but also played a beautiful melody every hour. The businessman was impressed and agreed to buy the clock, despite its hefty price tag.
The day of the anniversary arrived, and the businessman presented the clock to his wife. She was overjoyed and immediately placed it in their living room. As the clock struck the hour, it played its enchanting melody, filling the house with a sense of wonder and delight. The couple was thrilled with their new clock and admired it every day.
Years went by, and the clock continued to be a cherished part of their home. It became a family heirloom, passed down from generation to generation. Each family member who owned the clock took great care of it, ensuring it remained in perfect condition. The clock witnessed countless moments of joy, sorrow, and everything in between.
One day, many years later, a young boy named Timmy, a descendant of the businessman, was playing near the clock. He was fascinated by its intricate design and the way it played its melody. Timmy's curiosity got the better of him, and he decided to open the clock to see how it worked. As he carefully examined the clock's inner workings, he noticed a small, hidden compartment.
Inside the compartment, Timmy found a tiny, rolled-up piece of paper. He unrolled it and read the message written on it. The message said, "Congratulations! You have found the secret of the clock. This clock was designed to bring joy and wonder to all who own it. But remember, the true value of the clock lies not in its price or its melody, but in the memories it creates."
Timmy smiled and carefully placed the note back in the compartment. He closed the clock and continued to admire its beauty. From that day on, Timmy understood the true meaning of the clock and cherished it even more.
And the punchline? Well, it turns out the clock was always five minutes slow.
2 gay men decide they want a baby, so they jack off in a cup and use the sperm to get a lady friend of theirs pregnant.
9 months later they go to the hospital, they see all the babies in the nursery.
"Look" they say "our baby is the sweetest... he isnt crying at all."
"Now he's not crying!" the nurse says.
"just wait till we take the pacifier out of his ass."
Fill Collins
I didn't mean to verge!
Uncle Jun, what a riot
I don't get it but iIn a quaint little town, there was a clockmaker named Harold. Harold was known for his exceptional skill in crafting the most intricate and beautiful clocks. His shop was filled with clocks of all shapes and sizes, each one a masterpiece in its own right. People from all over the region would come to Harold's shop to buy his clocks, and he took great pride in his work.
One day, a wealthy businessman visited Harold's shop. He was looking for a special clock to give as a gift to his wife for their anniversary. After browsing through the shop, the businessman spotted a magnificent grandfather clock. It was tall and elegant, with a rich mahogany finish and delicate gold inlays. The businessman knew this was the perfect gift and asked Harold about its price.
Harold, being a meticulous craftsman, explained that this particular clock was very special. It had taken him years to perfect its design and mechanism. The clock not only told the time but also played a beautiful melody every hour. The businessman was impressed and agreed to buy the clock, despite its hefty price tag.
The day of the anniversary arrived, and the businessman presented the clock to his wife. She was overjoyed and immediately placed it in their living room. As the clock struck the hour, it played its enchanting melody, filling the house with a sense of wonder and delight. The couple was thrilled with their new clock and admired it every day.
Years went by, and the clock continued to be a cherished part of their home. It became a family heirloom, passed down from generation to generation. Each family member who owned the clock took great care of it, ensuring it remained in perfect condition. The clock witnessed countless moments of joy, sorrow, and everything in between.
One day, many years later, a young boy named Timmy, a descendant of the businessman, was playing near the clock. He was fascinated by its intricate design and the way it played its melody. Timmy's curiosity got the better of him, and he decided to open the clock to see how it worked. As he carefully examined the clock's inner workings, he noticed a small, hidden compartment.
Inside the compartment, Timmy found a tiny, rolled-up piece of paper. He unrolled it and read the message written on it. The message said, "Congratulations! You have found the secret of the clock. This clock was designed to bring joy and wonder to all who own it. But remember, the true value of the clock lies not in its price or its melody, but in the memories it creates."
Timmy smiled and carefully placed the note back in the compartment. He closed the clock and continued to admire its beauty. From that day on, Timmy understood the true meaning of the clock and cherished it even more.
And the punchline? Well, it turns out the clock was always five minutes slow.
I'm hilarious when I don't try to be.
