A moth walks into a podiatrist's office. The podiatrist says, "Moth, what's the problem?" And the moth says, "What's the problem. Well, doc, where do I begin? Every day I get up to another cruel sky. It's like the sun is mocking me as I begin the gruelling preparations for another 8-hours of slogging in meaningless toil for my boss, Gregor McIvanichisky. A grey self, captive in a grey cubicle in a grey office with no windows that I might see the grey clouds beyond... I just sit in my cubicle as I feel the throbbing ache of the best days of my life being raped away into a monotonous, forgettable slurry of irrelevant corporate drudgery. I don't know what I'm doing, I don't think my boss even knows. All he knows is that he has power over me. And my children...my daughter is always on her cellphone, texting and emailing. I haven't spoken real words to her in weeks. My oldest son is never home and when he is, he's locked in his room listening to angry music. My youngest son, he's only 4, I look at him and he asks me to play... and I feel nothing. No love, no tenderness... just a void. And when I look in the mirror...I don't recognize the face staring back at me. It's aged so much from the boyish looks I remember. The years have carved deep lines of despair, worry and anguish. Dark, hollow eyes where once gleamed hope and excitement. Thin lips unable to find the smile of the happy, old days. If only I could find the courage to reach over to the side table and remove the loaded gun. And then find the strength to pull back that hammer as the chamber rotates, clicking solidly into place...Raising it to my temple for the final squeeze that will erase the last shreds of my existence from this cold grave of a life wasted away." And the podiatrist says, "Well, Moth, you're in pretty rough shape. You need to get some help. But why did you come to me? You need a psychiatrist!!" And the moth says... "Because the light was on."

In soviet Russia... there is a distinct probability that you will get mugged due to the high crime rate and gang ruled streets.

Chuck Norris doesn't sleep. He has insomnia.

Why do black people smell? So blind people can hate them too.

Q: Why did the cookie go to the dentist? A: Because he was dying of brain cancer.

Religion

That's unfortunate.

If you were an octopus what would you? Say "I an octopus".

Whats brown and rhymes with Snoop?...... Dr Dre.

Why was the black man happy? He got a raise.

A dyslexic man walks into a bar. Yes dyslexic people drink too.

What's long, hard and full of seamen? A submarine.

Why Did the throw up He was sick

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An Irishman walks into a bar and orders a Coke.

If you have two berries in one hand, and three in the other, what do you get when you put them together? Five.

One man said to another 'I think I'm going to have a chinese tonight.' the other replied 'it is wrong to eat people, even if they are chinese.'

How many blondes does it take to dye their own hair black and act in an intelligent, sensible manner?

What did the dog do when it raised its leg? It peed.

One day there was a guy who went on a date with a girl. They went to the movies and ate popcorn. After the movie ended they had a candlelit dinner at a restaurant nearby. The guy ordered a fried chicken and the girl ordered a watermelon salad. They went home after a great dinner. I'm not sure how the story ends but I remember the story was racist.

What happened when a fish rode a bike? It fell off and injured itself.

what do you call a pizza with a lot of jalapenos. spicy.

How do you make a baby cry? You hit it in the face with a hammer.

Knock, knock Who's there? Die bitch

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