It’s been awhile since the last joke thread.
I ran across this joke that redeems itself with a good punchline.
Post your “so bad they’re good” jokes.
There are a hundred variations on that same joke. In one of the others, there’s a little 12-inch guy standing on top of the bar, and whenever someone orders a beer, the little guy runs down the bar, grabs it, spills it in the patron’s lap, and flips him the middle finger.
In that version, the bartender tells the same story of finding a genie in a lamp. And, says, the bartender"
“I wished I had a 12 inch prick- and you’re looking at him.”
I think this fits the OP, but YMMV 
A cowboy rode into town and stopped at a saloon for a drink. Unfortunately, the locals had a habit of picking on strangers, which he was. When he finished his drink, he found his horse had been stolen.
He went back into the bar, handily flipped his gun into the air, caught it above his head without looking and fired a shot into the ceiling.
“Which one of you sidewinders stole my horse?!?!?” he roared.
No one answered.
“Alright, I’m gonna have another beer, and if my horse ain’t back by the time I finish, I’m gonna do what I did in Texas! And I don’t like to have to do what I did in Texas!”
Some of the locals shifted restlessly. The cowboy had another beer, walked outside, and his horse has been returned to the post.
He mounted up and started to ride out of town. The bartender ran out of the bar and asked, “Say partner, before you go… what happened in Texas?”
The cowboy turned back and said, “I had to walk home.”
The one I heard:
Basically, a guy needs a light for a cigar, and his barstool neighbour pulls out a foot long disposable lighter…insert same middle bit
“You dont think I asked for a twelve inch bic, do you?”
I dont know if that joke works in America, do you have bic brand disposable lighters?
OK, back to the OP, one of my current favourite jokes is fantastic. This one, too, I dont know if anyone here will get it, since it’s corny and related to mid-90’s English clubbing scene:
Q: What do you call a ferret on speed?
A: MadFerret…(if you dont get it, say it quickly and think of a '90s raver from the midlands)
I’m dreadfully sorry…
Cheers, Harry
How do they seperate the men from the boys at the firehouse?
With a crowbar.
A man walks into a restaurant and has a seat in a booth. He looks at the menu.
The waitress walks up and asks for his order.
" I’ll have a quickie." He says.
She shoots him a look and walks away. Another waitress replaces her and walks up to take his order.
The man, unaffected by all this, " I’ll have a quickie."
She shoots him a dirty look and whacks him upside the head before storming off to get her manager. The man is clearly puzzled.
The man at the booth next to him leans over and says, " Sir, it’s pronounced Quiche."
Whoever thought that one up was a cunning linguist for sure.
Ok… a few short ones from my inbox…
What’s the difference between a porcupine and a BMW?
A porcupine has the pricks on the outside.
Why do men find it difficult to make eye contact?
Breasts don’t have eyes.
**Who is the most popular guy at the nudist colony?
The guy who can have a cup of coffee in each hand and still carry a dozen donuts.
Who is the most popular woman at the nudist colony?
The woman who ate the last donut** (hee hee)
What’s a blonde’s favourite nursery rhyme?
Humpme Dumpme. (I’m sure that’s not true 
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**How can you tell if your wife is dead?
The sex is the same, but the dishes pile up.
How can you tell if your husband is dead?
The sex is the same, but you get the remote control.**
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Ah, you may be a cunning linguist, but I am a master debator
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