I Remember the Punchline, But I Forget the Joke

Does anyone happen to know this one?

Here’s the punchline:

I don’t know – I’m not a priest!"


Rectum? Damn near killed him!


Then the other midget said, “What the fuck are you talking about? I couldn’t even get on the bed?!”

Well at these prices you won’t get many more.

You see! Always there is the doubt!

…and deep too!

The Aristocrats

That’s no’ mah bagpipe, lassie, but don’t stop playin’!

But fuck ONE sheep!

You think I asked for a 12 inch pianist?

Twenty dollars, same as in town.

I don’t think we’re helping the OP much.

…it looked so good, I ate it myself. :smiley:

Three men want to go to a brothel, but they only have enough money for one. The lucky chosen one goes in.
Later he staggers out doubled up, gasping in pain.
“What happened?!”
"This beautiful young lady undressed me, gave me a gentle but thorough massage, then opened a tin of pineapple rings. :confused:
She carefully slid them onto my erect member, then added whipped cream. :cool:
Finally she lent forward, smiled and said “Be ready for prolonged pleasure.”

Not exactly, sir! The enlisted men usually ride the camel into town!

Let’s WALK down and fuck’em all.

But this one’s eating my popcorn!

The Rolling Stones say “Hey, You, Get Offa My Cloud”
A Scotsman says “Hey McLeod, Get Offa My Ewe”

I’ve been asked that question hundreds of times, but never in the pluperfect subjective.

Let’s go Fanny.

I just saw my wife, and she was on a skateboard

First – you can avoid mouseover problems by simply making a second post.

Second – I’d guess that the joke involved a confessional.

“OK, everybody, back on your hands!”

“On Friday, it’s your turn in the barrel.”