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Guy walks into a bar, looking very shaken, orders a shot.
Bartender says “Hey, buddy, you okay?”
Guy replies, “Lemme ask you something. How tall is a penguin?”
Bartender looks at him in confusion, but says “I think about three feet or so, why?”
Guy says “Because I think I just ran over a nun, that’s why.”
Thank you, thank you, I’ll be here all week. Be sure to tip your moderators.
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I thought the secret to good comedy was timing?
Can you imagine trying to identify the bodies? “Fuck, no, Steve, don’t let it be you! Or wait, is that Gary? Or wait, Carl, CARL?! No… Shit, why were you all wearing tuxedos?!”
I live in the Houston area, and about two months ago I was traversing the 610 loop late at night when I suddenly got stuck in a knot of traffic at the I-45 interchange. Turned out a rodeo bull had somehow got onto the highway, whereupon it was struck at high speed by someone in a Ford pickup. Lord, what a mess.
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Local reports say the penguin that was driving was distracted by a large, sweaty, mostly dead cat. The cat was quoted as saying “Akkkk Thbbtbt”
As an Indianapolis native, I for one will miss our late penguin overlords.
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If I saw a penguin in the road I’d sort of aim for it, because then I could go down to the gun club and say “Hey, I bagged a penguin the other day.”
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