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2015-01-04, 11:55 PM (ISO 8601)
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2015-01-05, 01:13 AM (ISO 8601)
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Why was the little boy crying?
Spoiler: PunchlineBecause he had a frog stapled to his face.
What do a mole and an eagle have in common?
Spoiler: PunchlineThey both live underground. Apart from the eagle, obviously.~The meteorite is the source of the light, and the meteor's just what we see,
and the meteoroid is a stone that's devoid of the fire that propelled it to thee.
And the meteorite's just what causes the light, and the meteor's how it's perceived,
and the meteoroid's a bone thrown from the void that lies quiet in offering to thee.~
Tatzlwyrm Avatar by me.
Extended Sig thisaways.
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2015-01-05, 01:19 AM (ISO 8601)
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*ahem*
A man brings his dog into the vet's office. The dog isn't moving. He says "doctor, what's wrong with my dog?" The dog looks it over, thinks for a second, then goes in the back and brings out a cat. The cat paces around the dog a couple times, the dog does nothing. The vet says "sir your dog is dead."
A couple days later, the guy gets the veterinarian bill. It's $1010. He calls up the vet and asks why. "Oh, says the vet, it's $10 for the visit and $1,000 for the cat scan."
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2015-01-05, 09:25 AM (ISO 8601)
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Author of The Auspician's Handbook and The Tempestarian's Handbook for Spheres of Power.Greenman by Bradakhan/Spring Greenman by Comissar/Autumn Greenman by Sgt. Pepper/Winter Greenman by gurgleflep
Ask me (or the other authors) anything.
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2015-01-05, 01:18 PM (ISO 8601)
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What's green and has wheels?
SpoilerGrass. I lied about the wheels.
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2015-01-05, 01:23 PM (ISO 8601)
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What is red and smells like blue paint?
~The meteorite is the source of the light, and the meteor's just what we see,
and the meteoroid is a stone that's devoid of the fire that propelled it to thee.
And the meteorite's just what causes the light, and the meteor's how it's perceived,
and the meteoroid's a bone thrown from the void that lies quiet in offering to thee.~
Tatzlwyrm Avatar by me.
Extended Sig thisaways.
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2015-01-05, 04:05 PM (ISO 8601)
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So most of my jokes are situations so they don't really work anywhere.
But I think this one is at least good enough to mention.
So I ask one of my coworkers* "how many electricians does it take to change a light bulb?"
He asks how many, my response "I don't know, it still hasn't happened yet."
*context, this coworker is in charge of the electrical department and I've been asking him to get these bulbs changed for at least a couple weeks. And being union company only an electrician is allowed to change bulbs.
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2015-01-05, 04:11 PM (ISO 8601)
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A dyslexic walks into a bra.
Last edited by Hiro Protagonest; 2015-01-05 at 04:12 PM.
Avatar of George the Dragon Slayer, from the upcoming Indivisible!
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Warriors and Wuxia, Callos_DeTerran's ToB setting
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2015-01-05, 04:16 PM (ISO 8601)
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A Solipsist.
This signature is no longer incredibly out of date, but it is still irrelevant.
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2015-01-05, 07:00 PM (ISO 8601)
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Avatar made by Bradakhan| Other avatars.
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2015-01-05, 07:18 PM (ISO 8601)
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Well if we're doing anti/meta-jokes...
How many blondes does it take to change a lightbulb?
Spoiler: Answer@#$% you, you misogynist pig!
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2015-01-05, 07:55 PM (ISO 8601)
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Once, there was a duck.
It started running and running and running and running and running and running and running and running and running and running and running and running and running and running and running and running and running and running and running and running and running and running...
Spoiler: Spoiler...and running and running and running and running and running and running and running and running and running and running and running and running and running and running and running and running and running and running...
And then?
Spoiler: SpoilerIt stopped.This signature is no longer incredibly out of date, but it is still irrelevant.
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2015-01-05, 09:08 PM (ISO 8601)
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This thread seems to have reached a plateau. Which is okay because that's the highest form of flattery.
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2015-01-05, 09:21 PM (ISO 8601)
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What's red and bad for your teeth?
SpoilerA brick!
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2015-01-05, 09:26 PM (ISO 8601)
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Homebrew PrC: The Performance Artist
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2015-01-06, 02:04 AM (ISO 8601)
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2015-01-06, 03:12 AM (ISO 8601)
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Homebrew PrC: The Performance Artist
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2015-01-06, 04:24 AM (ISO 8601)
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How do you confuse a blonde?
Paint yourself green and throw forks at her.My Homebrew
5E Mythos Kalthorros
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2015-01-06, 05:13 AM (ISO 8601)
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2015-01-06, 06:57 AM (ISO 8601)
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Re: The. Worst. Joke. EVER. You have been warned.
An second one:
Past, Present and Future walk into a bar.
When they left, the bartender said:
Spoiler: Punchline
"Whew, the mood was tense when they were here!"
My Homebrew
5E Mythos Kalthorros
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2015-01-06, 09:18 AM (ISO 8601)
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Homebrew PrC: The Performance Artist
Avatar by Kymme
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2015-01-06, 01:38 PM (ISO 8601)
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2015-01-06, 01:46 PM (ISO 8601)
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2015-01-06, 02:29 PM (ISO 8601)
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2015-01-06, 03:09 PM (ISO 8601)
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I don't know whether I'd be able to recognize a Jewish architect or not. Probably not.
I use braces (also known as "curly brackets") to indicate sarcasm. If there are none present, I probably believe what I am saying; should it turn out to be inaccurate trivia, please tell me rather than trying to play along with an apparent joke I don't know I'm making.
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2015-01-06, 09:09 PM (ISO 8601)
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Author of The Auspician's Handbook and The Tempestarian's Handbook for Spheres of Power.Greenman by Bradakhan/Spring Greenman by Comissar/Autumn Greenman by Sgt. Pepper/Winter Greenman by gurgleflep
Ask me (or the other authors) anything.
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2015-01-09, 04:26 AM (ISO 8601)
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Re: The. Worst. Joke. EVER. You have been warned.
This probably works best when told, not read (ideally, told in a progressively slower and more drawn-out voice), but, I'll try anyway.
Spoiler: The White Knight on the Black HorseSo one day, an adventurer rides up to the king's castle. He reaches the outer gate and is stopped by a guard.
"Halt! Who are you?"
- "I am the white knight on the black horse!"
So the guard lets him through. He passes, reaches the inner gate and is stopped by another guard.
"Halt! Who are you?"
- "I am the white knight on the black horse!"
So the guard lets him through. He passes, reaches the door to the inner chambers and is stopped by another guard.
"Halt! Who are you?"
- "I am the white knight on the black horse!"
So the guard lets him through. He passes, stands before the king, looks firmly up at him and demands:
"Yo, king! Gimme your daughter!"
The king looks down at him for a while, thinks, and replies:
"Well... I can't give you my daughter just like that! You'll have to do something for me first. I want you to bring me a bag of sand and a bucket of water."
The knight ponders this, decides that it's only fair, nods, and leaves the castle.
He reaches the door of the inner chambers and is stopped by a guard.
"Halt! Who are you?"
- "I am the white knight on the black horse!"
So the guard lets him through. He passes, reaches the inner gate and is stopped by another guard.
"Halt! Who are you?"
- "I am the white knight on the black horse!"
So the guard lets him through. He passes, reaches the outer gate and is stopped by another guard.
"Halt! Who are you?"
- "I am the white knight on the black horse!"
So the guard lets him through. He passes and leaves the castle.
Only then does he realize that he forgot to bring a bag with him. So he turns around and goes back into the castle.
He reaches the outer gate and is stopped by a guard.
"Halt! Who are you?"
- "I am the white knight on the black horse!"
So the guard lets him through. He passes, reaches the inner gate and is stopped by another guard.
"Halt! Who are you?"
- "I am the white knight on the black horse!"
So the guard lets him through. He passes, reaches the door to the inner chambers and is stopped by another guard.
"Halt! Who are you?"
- "I am the white knight on the black horse!"
So the guard lets him through. He passes and reaches the inner of the castle, where he picks up an empty bag and leaves the castle again.
He reaches the door of the inner chambers and is stopped by a guard.
"Halt! Who are you?"
- "I am the white knight on the black horse!"
So the guard lets him through. He passes, reaches the inner gate and is stopped by another guard.
"Halt! Who are you?"
- "I am the white knight on the black horse!"
So the guard lets him through. He passes, reaches the outer gate and is stopped by another guard.
"Halt! Who are you?"
- "I am the white knight on the black horse!"
So the guard lets him through. He passes and leaves the castle.
After searching briefly he finds a spot where there's sand, fills up his bag with it and goes back to the castle.
He reaches the outer gate and is stopped by a guard.
"Halt! Who are you?"
- "I am the white knight on the black horse!"
So the guard lets him through. He passes, reaches the inner gate and is stopped by another guard.
"Halt! Who are you?"
- "I am the white knight on the black horse!"
So the guard lets him through. He passes, reaches the door to the inner chambers and is stopped by another guard.
"Halt! Who are you?"
- "I am the white knight on the black horse!"
So the guard lets him through. He passes, stands before the king, deposits the bag of sand in front of him and says:
"Yo, king! Here's your bag of sand; now gimme your daughter!"
The king looks down at him and the bag of sand and says:
"Well, you have brought me the bag of sand... but you still need to bring me a bucket of water!"
The knight pouts, but nods, turns around, and proceeds to leave the castle to fetch the bucket of water.
He reaches the door of the inner chambers and is stopped by a guard.
"Halt! Who are you?"
- "I am the white knight on the black horse!"
So the guard lets him through. He passes, reaches the inner gate and is stopped by another guard.
"Halt! Who are you?"
- "I am the white knight on the black horse!"
So the guard lets him through. He passes, reaches the outer gate and is stopped by another guard.
"Halt! Who are you?" (That's some seriously forgetful guards, by the way, aren't they?)
- "I am the white knight on the black horse!"
So the guard lets him through. He passes and leaves the castle.
Only then does he realize that he forgot to bring a bucket with him (so, the knight's not any better than the guards!). So he turns around and goes back into the castle.
He reaches the outer gate and is stopped by a guard.
"Halt! Who are you?"
- "I am the white knight on the black horse!"
So the guard lets him through. He passes, reaches the inner gate and is stopped by another guard.
"Halt! Who are you?"
- "I am the white knight on the black horse!"
So the guard lets him through. He passes, reaches the door to the inner chambers and is stopped by another guard.
"Halt! Who are you?"
- "I am the white knight on the black horse!"
So the guard lets him through. He passes and reaches the inner of the castle, where he picks up an empty bucket and leaves the castle again.
He reaches the door of the inner chambers and is stopped by a guard.
"Halt! Who are you?"
- "I am the white knight on the black horse!"
So the guard lets him through. He passes, reaches the inner gate and is stopped by another guard.
"Halt! Who are you?"
- "I am the white knight on the black horse!"
So the guard lets him through. He passes, reaches the outer gate and is stopped by another guard.
"Halt! Who are you?"
- "I am the white knight on the black horse!"
So the guard lets him through. He passes and leaves the castle.
After searching briefly he finds a little lake, fills up his bucket with water, and goes back to the castle.
He reaches the outer gate and is stopped by a guard.
"Halt! Who are you?"
- "I am the white knight on the black horse!"
So the guard lets him through. He passes, reaches the inner gate and is stopped by another guard.
"Halt! Who are you?"
- "I am the white knight on the black horse!"
So the guard lets him through. He passes, reaches the door to the inner chambers and is stopped by another guard.
"Halt! Who are you?"
- "I am the white knight on the black horse!"
So the guard lets him through. He passes, stands before the king, deposits the bucket of water in front of him and says:
"Yo, king! Here's your bucket of water; now gimme your daughter!"
The king looks down at him and the bucket of water and says:
"Well...
SpoilerYou have now brought me the bag of sand...
Spoiler...and the bucket of water...
SpoilerBut...
SpoilerYou see...
SpoilerI don't have a daughter!"
I know an even worse one of that type, but that one would translate even worse into writing, it pretty much has to be told.LGBTitP Supporter
In a Wonderland they lie, Dreaming as the days go by, Dreaming as the summers die - Ever drifting down the stream - Lingering in the golden gleam - Life, what is it, but a dream?
- Lewis Carroll
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2015-01-09, 02:59 PM (ISO 8601)
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Avatar made by Bradakhan| Other avatars.
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2015-01-09, 03:38 PM (ISO 8601)
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Re: The. Worst. Joke. EVER. You have been warned.
You have inspired me!
Shelten lived in a light house, and he hated climbing the stairs each day. He bought a donkey to carry him up, but it was scared of the lighthouse lighy and would flee when it got to the top. Shelten would be carried back down the stairs and would have to start all over again. Finally, fed up with it, Shelten made the donkey walk up the stairs backwards so it would not see the light. One day Shelten was drinking in his lighthouse with his friend Mitch. They ran out of scotch and Shelten began to ride his donkey back down the stairs. The donkey suddenly had a heart attack and died, head pointed down the stairs. Shelten and Mitch now had to carry the donkey down the stairs and Shelten shook his head and said "This is ass backwards."
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2015-01-09, 05:27 PM (ISO 8601)
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Re: The. Worst. Joke. EVER. You have been warned.
Not exactly.
Here's basically how it goes, though, again, this one really should be told for full effect; also, I don't feel like typing it out properly (that is, pages and pages and pages long), so, this is more of a demonstration of the principle. I'll put comments and instructions on how this is to be told when telling it verbally in blue italic.
SpoilerOnce upon a time, a son was born to a couple. They named him John (the way it was told to me originally, Hans, but I'm already translating the whole rest of the joke, so, whatever, John it is now.), and were very happy. So happy, in fact, that when John turned three, and could finally talk a little, they asked him:
"John. Our son. For your third birthday, what gift would you wish for?" (this is to be said slowly, accentuating each sentence, in a solemn voice)
John replied:
"I wish for three little yellow balls!" (this is to be said even more slowly, accentuating every single word and drawing out every single vowel, pretty much as long as you please, kind of the way children sometimes do, with changing pitch - IIIiiiiIII wiii-iii-iii-iii-iiish fooooooooooor...)
The parents were surprised, thought to themselves, "Eh, whatever, what strange ideas our son has!", and decided to buy him something more normal instead. So he got a teddybear. He loved that teddybear; but sadly, it was not three little yellow balls.
With five, John went to kindergarden. On this occassion, the parents decided to give him a special gift, so they asked him:
"John. Our son. On the occassion of going to kindergarden, what gift would you wish for?" (Keep the style for the person offering a gift to John and for John himself basically the same, adjusting only a little for John's age and the person asking respectively)
John replied:
"I wish for three little yellow balls!"
The parents sighed, thought, "Sheesh, our son sure is obsessed with those three little yellow balls!", and decided to buy him a little bike with extra wheels instead. John took the little bike, but he wasn't quite happy; he really had wanted those three little yellow balls!
With seven, John went to school. His grandparents came, too, to see him off on this occassion, and together with his parents, they asked him:
"John. Our son. Our grandson. On the occassion of going to school, what gift would you wish for?"
John replied:
"I wish for three little yellow balls!"
The parents and grandparents rolled their eyes, "Darn, John is insane!"; and got him a set of Legos instead. John liked playing with the Legos; but they were no three little yellow balls.
(Insert an arbitrary amount of steps here. It can be anything - good grades, other birthdays, winning competitions, getting onto sports teams, graduating from school, enrolling at university, graduating from that, becoming a warhero, developing a cure for cancer, marrying, getting children, whatever you can think of. On every step, have the people - and make sure to keep the list of people offering a gift growing longer and longer (make sure to always mention all of them, both when they make the offer and when they are irritated by John's response), which also means making the list of titles by which they address John longer and longer (again, make sure to always say all of them). Naturally, John always wants three little yellow balls, and naturally, he always ends up getting something else. As John grows older, you may briefly make his statements a little more brief, less drawn out and less obnoxious; this is to lull the people into a false sense of security, when he actually grows old and you start drawing it out more again - much, much more, in fact. By the end, if you need less than half a minute for the sentence "I wish for three little yellow balls!", you are doing it wrong!
The person who told me this "joke", for the record, took something like 40 or so minutes for it. May have been more. Definitely not less.
It ends with:)
John is a hundred-and-seven years old, and lying on his deathbed. Around him have gathered his wife, his siblings, his children, his grandchildren, his great-grandchildren, his nephews, his cousins, his friends, his students, his soldiers, the citizens of his town, [...], and look at him with sadness. They ask him:
"John. My husband. Our brother. Our father. Our grandfather. Our great-grandfather. Our uncle. Our cousin. Our friend. Professor. Captain. Mayor. Warhero. Oldest cititen. Noble-Prize Winner. [...]. Before you die; please, tell us just this one thing. What did you want those three little yellow balls for all this time?"
John, incredibly wearily, slowly pushes himself up a little, coughs, looks around, and wheezes:
SpoilerI...
Spoiler...wanted...
Spoiler...three...
Spoiler...little...
Spoiler...yellow...
Spoiler...balls...
Spoiler...because...
SpoilerURGH! *dies*
If you should decide to tell this one to anybody, I want it clear that I am not taking any responsibility for you being beaten to death.LGBTitP Supporter
In a Wonderland they lie, Dreaming as the days go by, Dreaming as the summers die - Ever drifting down the stream - Lingering in the golden gleam - Life, what is it, but a dream?
- Lewis Carroll