They decide to exchange heads. Barbie squeezes the small opening under her chin over Ken's bulging neck socket. His wide jaw line jostles atop his girlfriend's body, loosely, like one of those novelty dogs destined to gaze from the back windows of cars. The two dolls chase each other around the orange Country Camper unsure what they'll do when they're within touching distance. Ken wants to feel Barbie's toes between his lips, take off one of her legs and force his whole arm inside her. With only the vaguest suggestion of genitals, all the alluring qualities they possess as fashion dolls, up until now, have done neither of them much good. But suddenly Barbie is excited looking at her own body under the weight of Ken's face. He is part circus freak, part thwarted hermaphrodite. And she is imagining she is somebody else—maybe somebody middle class and ordinary, maybe another teenage model being caught in a scandal. The night had begun with Barbie getting angry at finding Ken's blow up doll, folded and stuffed under the couch. He was defensive and ashamed, especially about not having the breath to inflate her. But after a round of pretend-tears, Barbie and Ken vowed to try to make their relationship work. With their good memories as sustaining as good food, they listened to late-night radio talk shows, one featuring Doctor Ruth. When all else fails, just hold each other, the small sex therapist crooned. Barbie and Ken, on cue, groped in the dark, their interchangeable skin glowing, the color of Band-Aids. Then, they let themselves go— Soon Barbie was begging Ken to try on her spandex miniskirt. She showed him how to pivot as though he was on a runway. Ken begged to tie Barbie onto his yellow surfboard and spin her on the kitchen table until she grew dizzy. Anything, anything, they both said to the other's requests, their mirrored desires bubbling from the most unlikely places.

Do you know why children in Africa don't read Harry Potter too much? Because they can't read.

Why are these jokes so funny? Because they're NOT!

Friends are like penguins because when you throw a polar bear at them they die

Yo momma's so fat, she slipped into a diabetic coma.

What's better than winning the special Olympics? Not being retarded.

A man comes home early from work to find that his wife is in bed with another man, startled by his presence the wife quickly utters 'it's not what it looks like", the husband however, disregards this comment and later files for a divorce

Whats brown and sticky? Shit.

What is 2+2? 4!

whats brown? poop.

what does the sloth say to dylan sedgwick nothing dylan is the sloth

Black People.

knock knock, whos there? the repo man.

Why does Santa Claus not have children? Because he only comes once a year.

What's the difference between anti jokes and Charlie Sheen? Nothing. Their both stupid

Why didn't Erick have a party last week? Because his grandma died

What did the mushroom say to the pretty lady? Nothing, because it's a mushroom.

Why did the monkey follow the tree? Because it was dead.

How did the chicken cross the road? Chickens live in farms, they don't cross roads.

Why didn't the black man pay child support? He had no children.

Why do innocent boys have wet dreams? Cause Jesus sucks.

what's red and blue? your heart

Your mum so fat, she died of a heart attack

how do you know your at a gay picnic. the hotdogs smell like shit.

Anti Joke

What are Antijokes? Anti Jokes (or Anti Humor) is a type of comedy in which the uses is set up to expect a typical joke setup however the joke ends with such anticlimax that it becomes funny in its own right. The lack of punchline is the punchline.

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