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Sun May 05, 2013 11:51 pm
Jonathan says...



Here you just post random jokes.

And you don't need to even think of them.


Here is mine "Two tigers are eating a clown and on says does this taste funny to you."

^_^
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Mon May 06, 2013 9:37 am
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GlitterGabbi says...



I don't know any good jokes.

Knock knock
Who's there?
My little sister's name is There.
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Mon May 06, 2013 12:41 pm
Jonathan says...



Here is another of mine "An owl is inside his home and he hears knocking on the door so he thinks who the answer is "Owl's who."
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Sat May 18, 2013 8:46 pm
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When am I not a restaurant. I am a super star ************************************************
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Wed Sep 10, 2014 2:43 am
SARAHJO says...



That noodle is faking his identity. He's an impasta!
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Spotswood says...



Not a dirty joke, but definitely PG-13

Spoiler! :
A lawyer walks into a whorehouse.

"Can I help you?" the madam asked.

"I demand to see Valerie," the man replied.

"Sir, Valerie is one of our most expensive ladies, perhaps someone else..."

"No, I must see Natalie."

Just then Valerie appeared and announced to the man that she charged $1,000 per visit. Without blinking, the man reached into his pocket and handed her ten $100 bills. The two went up to a room for an hour, whereafter the man calmly left.

The next night he appeared again demanding to see Valerie. Valerie explained that no one had ever come back two nights in a row and that there were discounts...it was still $1,000 a visit. Again the man took out the money, and the two went up to the room. An hour later, he left.

When he showed up the third consecutive night, no one could believe it. Again he handed Valerie the money and up to the room they went. At the of the hour, Valerie questioned the man: "No one has ever used my services three nights in a row. Where are you from?"

The man replied, "I'm from North Carolina."

"Really?" replied Valerie. "I have family who live there."

"Yes, I know," said the man. "Your father died, and I'm your sister's attorney. I was sent to deliver your three-thousand dollar inheritance.

The moral of the story is that, in life, three things are certain: death, taxes, and getting screwed by an attorney.
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