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If so, go for it. Mine are so filthy that they may kill the thread before contributing, so I'll wait.

A good dirty joke can bring a little joy to a miserable day, so consider this a public service.

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2 dislexics walk into to a bank wearing wooley faces
"hands in the air motherstickers. This is a fuckup"

I'm pretty sure that's a real event, except the guy wasn;t dyslexic.

Nope, he was just nervous

I thought a dirty joke involved sex? A dirty joke could be anything with curses in it?

IRG CommandoJoe wrote:I thought a dirty joke involved sex? A dirty joke could be anything with curses in it?

Thats South Park.

Knock knock
Who's there?
Gladitator
Gladiator who?
Gladiator hooters!

I'm not into dirty jokes, especially since I can't define "dirty".

Heard this one at a used bookstore the other day. It uses props.

You lay out 3 American pennies and ask "What kind of car do you see there?"

The answer is Lincoln.

Then you say "What kind of snake do you see there?"

The answer here is Copperhead.

Then you say "What kind of pussy do you see there?"

The answer is "And you won't for three cents."

Once upon a time, there was a young man we'll call Tom. On his thirteenth birthday, Tom's father decided to give him the 'facts of life' speech. However, Tom's father had his own views on things, and so gives Tom this advice: "If you're ever really horny, there's nothing wrong with going down to the brothel. But don't get Sandpaper Sally!"

A few years later, Tom was quite horny. So, he decided to head down to the brothel. Unfortunately, the pimp explained that all of his ladies were 'occupied'...except for Sandpaper Sally. Remembering his dad's advice, Tom decides to wait for a half hour. Everyone's still busy, except for Sandpaper Sally. Tom waits some more. Finally, in desperation, he decides he'll settle for Sally.

Well, needless to say, they end up in one of the brothel's rooms. As they start to have sex, though, it hurts; Tom figures this is why she's called Sandpaper Sally. Finally, he says in exasperation: "Damn, bitch! Can't you do something about that?" Sally nods and retreats into the bathroom. Tom hears the most awful screaming and hollering you can imagine. Sally returns in a few minutes, though, and they go back at it; it no longer hurts. "Phew, that's much better. What did you do?"

Sandpaper Sally gives him a 'don't-you-already-know-that?' look, and replies: "Why, I popped the blisters."