I heard this version of it:
A black guy and white guy were walking and came to a bridge. They decided they both had to pee and went to opposite sides. The white guy says “Whoa! That water is cold!” to which the black guy responds “Yep, deep too.”
Why did God invent women?
Because sheep can’t type.
More good ones! But…you sneaked in another Britishism there, old chap.
This time, I think I can make out (ba-da-bing!) that “dogging spot” refers to a place convenient to park one’s car (or just walk to) and enjoy heavy petting and/or intercourse with one’s SO.
Had to pause long enough to lose the gist of the joke (temporarily), though. Because the image that first comes to kind for us Americans is a “dog park” or “dog run”: places zoned by one’s municipality for leash-less canine recreation.
We generally don’t use canine metaphors in general sexual phrases, because the word “dog” either connotes an “ugly woman”, or refers to a specific position of intercourse.
Okay, enough thread-ruining for one day…sorry!..
The other day I was watching Family Feud, with Steve Harvey, and one of the contestants was an asian-american and her name was Irene. I said audibley to my cat, “You’ve got to be kidding me? Really?” and then I thought, “Wow, I’m kind of racist.”
Another classic of our age.
When I was with my ex she received a mystery phone call.
After a couple of minutes of heavy breathing a throaty voice asked her “Do you have a tight, hairy, twat ?”
.“Yes”, she said, " he’s asleep on the sofa, why do you want to speak to him ?"
(Translation note, in UK slang tight means tightfisted, as in mean.)
Why does Helen Keller masturbate with only one hand?
She moans with the other.
How did Helen Keller burn her face?
She answered the iron.
How did Helen Keller burn her face?
Bobbing for french fries.
Close, but not quite. Dogging, refers to the practice of conveniently parking one’s car in a place where one can either watch other people enjoy heavy petting/intercourse, or perform for the benefit of others. And I just love that Wikipedia has an article all about it 
Knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock
Who’s there?
Michael J. Fox
Cold! (I’m still laughing!)
How did she burn the other side of her face?
They called back.
How do you make a six year old cry twice?
Wipe your bloody dick on her teddy bear
I’ve got a bulk of poorly written estonian jokes. maybe not that offensive, but some are quite sad:
Estonian boy walk through forest one day and find potato.
Boy rushes home and finds family is starved to death.
Boy no have to share potato. Is glorious day.
Estonian: Is so cold.
All: How cold is?
Estonian: Very. Also dark.
Three young Estonian boy talking. One ask, “What your favorite drink?”
“Urine” other boy say.
All boy agree.
Estonian Nursery rhyme:
one potato, one potato, one potato, no more potato…
soldier eat potato and rape daughter…is end.
Knock knock
Who’s there?
Estonian.
Estonian who?
Please open door. Is cold.
Three Estonian are brag about sons. “My son is soldier. He have rape as many women as want,” say first Estonian. “Zo?” second say, “My son is farmer. He have all potato he want!” Third Estonian wait long time, then say, “My son is die at birth. For him, struggle is over.” “Wow! You are win us,” say others. But all are feel sad.
Estonian try to cross river. Has dog, potatoes, and dead son’s body. Can only take two across river at one time. If he leave dog with potatoes or corpse, dog eat them. Is very sad. Also is not good boat.
What are one potato say other potato?
Premise ridiculous. Who have two potato?
Is dead dog in road. Is dead Estonian in road. What difference?
Dog have fur keep warm. Also, freedom. And dog try eat poop for pleasure not just survive. So many thing!
Before you judge a Estonian, walk a kilometer in his shoes. After that who care? He a kilometer away and you have his shoes.
Knock knock.
Knock knock.
Knock knock knock knock knock!
Oh, hurry up Whitney! I need a shit.
A dad is showering with his five year old son, when the inevitable question arises…“Dad, why does your peepee look different than mine?”
“Well”, said the Dad, “For starters, you don’t have a boner.”
Black guy and white guy in the showers after the gym and the black guy notices him admiring his impressive equipment.
“No worries, man, you too can get yourself one like this?”
“Really? How?”
“All you gotta do is hang successively heavier weights off a slip knot over your dick. You build up the weight slowly, cut a hole in the bottom of your pocket and hang the weight inside your trousers during the day. Once your up to around 1lb for eight hours you’ll be good to go give some *serious *love action, man!”
Two months latter they bump into each other again on the street outside.
“Hey man! How’s the, you know, *exercises *going?”
“Well. I’m not sure really. I guess you could say I’m half way there…
…it’s gone black.”
I stopped my car beside a prostitute last night.
As she got in I asked, “How much for a blow job?”
She said, “Thirty bucks.”
I said, “Can you do twenty?”
“Yeah, okay” she replied.
I said, “Great, here’s $600 then”
And possibly my favourite joke of all time…
A guy is walking down the street, and he’s really horny. So he goes to the first whorehouse he sees. He only has five dollars, so they kick him out. The guy goes to the next one. But since he only has five bucks, they kick him out, too. By this time, he’s super-horny, so he goes to the next one and says, “Look, I only have five dollars. I’m really horny, and I need a blow job!”
The madam there takes pity on him, and says “Okay. For a fiver, we can give you a penguin.”
“What’s a penguin?” he asks.
The madam grins. “You’ll find out!” she assures the eager man.
She takes the five dollars, and leads the horny man to a bedroom. The horny man unzips his pants, and waits for his “penguin.” Soon, a whore comes in and starts giving the guy a really hot blow job. Just as he’s about to let loose, she stops and walks away. The horny guy waddles after her with his pants around his ankles, shouting, “HEY! WHAT’S A PENGUIN??”
Cheers! (Ta?)
Anyway, thanks for the straight dope.
I take it these are meant to be a satire of some notion of Estonia as cold, and its inhabitants as sad.
I thought the jokes were hilarious…BUT…
I visited Estonia 10 years ago (in the summer, admittedly), and guess what – nothing but happy, gorgeous, colorful young people (or so it seemed), enjoying life and sunshine and joy. So, maybe some other, truly drab/dour culture should be lampooned for these jokes. Any suggestions?
Should be His.