“Ok, time for bed” … is what I said to the empty living-room. It was getting late, and the internet no longer amused me. I picked up my cell phone, rooted through the couch cushions until I located the remote, and turned off the television that had been nothing but background noise for the last few hours. I made sure the front and back doors were securely locked, walked around the back of the couch, and turned off the only light. A tap on the screen of my phone created just enough light to keep from busting a toe on an errant table leg. Because my cats have an evil tendency to lie in the middle of the hallway, I aimed the small amount of light from my phone directly in front of my tired and shuffling feet. I’d only covered a small distance before I knew, from many nights of this same regimen, that I was getting close to the bedroom door. At this point my arm started the slow upward arc that would eventually illuminate the now pitch-black opening to the comfort of my room. The light emanating from my cell was quite dim, and this action had become quite rote, so my arc was about waist level before I noticed a slight variation of the familiar black of the open doorway. At that point, and in a disturbingly short amount of time, five things happened nearly simultaneously: My arm, the arm carrying the phone, continued to rise in its predetermined arc, having been an object in motion which would stay in motion. I released a small gasp and exclaimed to my husband that his sudden appearance in the dark had startled the breath from me. I remembered that my husband was at work. The light arc reached its apex on a face of protruding nail-like teeth. A face suspiciously bereft of eyes, with a gaping, oozing, bloody pit where a nose should have been. The light went out.

As little Timmy crossed the finish line his heart raced with excitement he had just won the big race. Later he and his family went home to celebrate they had pizza and chips and soft drinks. Then they played scrabble and watched spiderman 2. After that Timmy went to sleep. When his parents found him that morning they mourned and mourned because their hero little Timmy was still asleep.

What do you call a large group of Chinese people on Mars? An extraordinary feat for the Chinese space program and a historic day in human history, where a particular country has set up the first human colony on another planet and we have proven to ourselves that our race is capable of interplanetary travel and can accomplish anything if we set our minds to it.

A woman buys a man a Valentine's Day present.

A white straight man, a black gay man, and an Asian bisexual woman walk into a bar. They are enjoying their drinks until one overly intoxicated man makes a remark towards the group in reference to their diversity in race, sexual orientation, and sex. The bar crowd is enthused with the drunk man's genius in not only constructing a joke to cover all three categorical descriptions of the group, but in guessing each member's sexuality based on their respective appearances.

Knock knock Who's there? Orange That's impossible...

I'm not as random as you think i salad.

How do you know when there's a terrorist in an airport? There's a camel in the parking lot.

What did the black guy say to the white guy? The black guy said, "hello". They then proceeded to have a normal conversation.

Roses are red Violets are blue I have alzheimer's Cheese and toast

what is the hardest part of eating a vegetable? the wheelchair

Women's rights.

why did the midget beat the basketball player in a foot race? the basketball player got bit by a scorpion and died within minutes.

-Why didn't a girl cry after she fell down with her bike? -Because a handlebar pinned her lung.

If life throws you lemons, throw them back and ask for some water because lemonade only makes you thirstier due to the large amounts of sugar used.

Why did the girl fall off the swing Because she had no arms

Q. What roles did girls play in the Gold Rush of 1849? A. Miners.

Q.Anti-jokes are funny? A.Depends on your opinion

Why did the boy get hit by the ice cream truck? The driver of the ice cream truck was drunk

Did you hear the one about the nascar driver who couldn't pass his road test? No. It's true, he couldn't pass his road test.

what did the kid say when pee-wee was about to rape him ...huh just make it quick

What is worse than tripping over a stone, and falling face first into a dog shit, Not much..

I am so good at sleeping, I can do it with my eyes closed.

What did Harry get for his Birthday? Nothing nobody likes Harry.

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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