DA JOKE THREAD

[bewbs]

Why did the vampire eat the red smartie?
Because he thought it was a blood blister.

 

[Burzes]

It's weird how a cat can hear a can opener being used from a mile away. Weird how they would listen when you tell them to get off the counter from 2 feet.

 

[Frequency]

lol.

I fianally know why chocolate is better than women!

1. You can GET chocolate.
2. "If you love me you'll swallow that" has real meaning with chocolate.
3. Chocolate satisfies even when it has gone soft.
4. You can safely have chocolate while you are driving.
5. You can make chocolate last as long as you want it to.
6. You can have chocolate even in front of your mother.
7. If you bite the nuts too hard the chocolate won't mind
8. Two people of the same sex can have chocolate without being called nasty names.
9. The word "commitment" doesn't scare off chocolate.
10. You can have chocolate on top of your workbench/desk during working hours without upsetting your co-workers.
11. You can ask a stranger for chocolate without getting your face slapped.
12. You don't get hairs in your mouth with chocolate.
13. With chocolate there's no need to fake it.
14. Chocolate doesn't make you pregnant.
15. You can have chocolate at anytime of the month.
16. Good chocolate is easy to find.
17. You can have as many kinds of chocolate as you can handle.
18. You are never too young or too old for chocolate.
19. When you have chocolate it does not keep your neighbors awake.
20. With chocolate size doesn't matter.

 

[templekeeper]

I've got a clean one, but it's short and kinda lame-

Why did the hot dog put on a sweater?

Spoiler:

Because it was a chili dog-

 

[Reina]

Iwangi, that's why chocolate is better than MEN, just figured I'd clarify, lol. =p

 

[Azonic]

YOUR MOM'S SO FAT SHE FELL IN LOVE AND BROKE IT.

 

[Tyrantrum]

So a horse walks into a bar, and the bartender says "Hey! Why the long face?"

 

[Gymnotide]

An old one. Copypasta.

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A day before his 15th birthday, the son of a wealthy family was asked by his father, `Well my son, what would you like for your birthday?'

The son hesitated a moment and his father's thoughts leapt ahead to a new computer and similar things. However, his son had had a new computer only recently and could have a new one any time he wished.

Finally, the son said, `Father, I have everything a boy could wish for, but there is one thing I would really like. I would love to have a pink ping pong ball.'

The father was rather astonished at this wish, but said, `If it is a pink ping pong ball that you want, a pink ping pong ball you shall have.'

And so, the next day, the son was given as his bithday present a pink ping pong ball.

The boy took the ball to his room and the next morning the pink ping pong ball was gone. The father was mildly surprised but decided not to say anything. The pink ping pong ball, however, was never seen again.

The next year, a day before his 16th birthday, the father asked his son what he would like for his birthday.

`Father,' replied the son, `I have everything a boy could possibly wish for, but there is one thing I would really, really like. I would love to have a tenpack of pink ping pong balls.'

The father was more surprised than the year before, but kept his curiosity at bay, for he knew that his son had a right for privacy. he said therefore, `If it is a tenpack of pink ping pong balls that you want, a tenpack of pink ping pong balls you shall have.'

And so, the next day, the son was given as his birthday present a tenpack of pink ping pong balls.

The boy took the tenpack of balls to his room and the next morning, not a single ball remained, merely the empty husk of the tenpack. The father wondered where ten pink ping pong balls might disappear to, but decided not to say anything. The pink ping pong balls, however, were never seen again.

The next year, a day before his 17th birthday, the son was asked by his father what he would like for his birthday.

`Father,' said the son to this, `I have everything a boy could wish for, but one thing would make my happiness complete. I would dearly want a carton of pink ping pong balls.'

The father was beyond surprise, but decided to make sure he had not misheard. `A carton of pink ping pong balls?'

`A carton of pink ping pong balls,' the boy confirmed.

`I can't understand your fascination with pink ping pong balls,' said the father, `but if it is a carton of pink ping pong balls that you want, it is a carton of pink ping pong balls that you shall have.'

And so, the next day, the boy was given as his birthday present a carton of pink ping pong balls.

The boy was delighted and took the carton to his room. The next day, miraculously (as if by magic, even) the pink ping pong balls had all disappeared.

`Dear son,' said the father, `I must ask now, what do you do with all those pink ping pong balls?'

The son, however, was reluctant to tell him. `Please humour me, dear father.'

The carton of pink ping pong balls, however, was never seen again.

The next year, it was clear that the son would get a car, but the father felt that, perhaps, his son also had some other wish apart from the obvious. So, one day before the son's 18th birthday, the father asked him whether he had a special wish for his birthday.

`Dearest father,' the son started, `I have everything a young man could possibly want, but there is one craving in me. I would, more than anything, want a warehouse full of pink ping pong balls.'

One of these years, his father thought, I should get to the bottom of this. However, he decided to humour his son's wish. At least he had been wise enough to buy shares in a pink ping pong ball factory.

The next day, the son was given the address of a warehouse where all his new pink ping pong balls were stored. The son was delighted and decided to spend the next night in the warehouse rather than at home.

The following morning, the son stepped out of the warehouse, but it seemed to be empty otherwise. The father had a closer look and indeed, apart from empty cardboard boxes, nothing was left inside the warehouse. No pink ping pong balls were left.

The following year, one day before the son's 19th birthday, the father braced himself for another warehouse of pink ping pong balls. He asked his son what his deepest desire was and he had not been entirely wrong.

`Father, you have made me very happy these last years and this year I ask of you a shipload of pink ping pong balls if at all possible.'

It was possible, if only because the father had by now bought each and every factory of pink ping pong balls in the country.

The next day, the father took his son to the harbour and showed him a huge tanker and told his son that there were millions, billions, trillions of pink ping pong balls in there.

`Father,' the son said, `You've made me very happy yet again.'

That night, the son spent on board the tanker.

The next morning, not a single of the pink ping pong balls could be found, but the son was happy.

A few days before his 20th birthday, however, the son had a terrible road accident and was taken to the hospital.

His father visited the young man in hospital. `My dear son! Can I bring you anything to make you feel better?'

Weakly, the son sat up in bed. `Father, dearest father, grant me this wish; just one tenpack of pink ping pong balls.'

The father held his son's hand tightly. `Whatever you wish my son, but I have to give you one condition. Even if it may be embarrassing, I must know what you did with all those pink ping pong balls.'

`Very well, father, but please indulge me first. I will tell you whatever you wish to know after you have given me the ten pink ping pong balls.'

The father thought that was fair enough and the next day brought his son the ten asked for pink ping pong balls. The son smiled weakly but seemed too weak to talk.

`Son, I leave these pink ping pong balls with you and shall come back tomorrow to ask of you what you have done with all those pink ping pong balls.'

The son nodded weakly.

The next day, less than surprisingly, no pink ping pong balls could be found in the son's hospital room.

`Now, my dearest son, apple of my eye, treasure of my life, please tell me what you did with all those pink ping pong balls,' the father requested.

The son nodded and the father gripped his hand tighter.

`I-' the son started and sat up a bit, swallowing with a dry mouth.

`I- I-'

Spoiler:

Then he died.

 

[Dextrose]

One from a horror movie.

A man walks into a bar with a giraffe. They get drunk, and the giraffe falls over. The man gets up to leave and the bartender says "Hey, you can't leave that lyin' there." The man says "It's not a lion... it's a giraffe."

Sorry, I don't have any child friendly jokes. XD

 

[Spinor]

I have a few :3, I made them up.

Spoiler:

Steve and Audy where walking through the woods. Then all of a sudden, Audy suddenly faints and has seizures, so Steve calls 911 in his cell.

"911! 911! Help me! My friend is dying out here in the woods!"

"Hold on", replied the man, "First let's make sure your friend is actually dead"

Then the man hears silence...then suddenly something similar to an ax cutting and squishing a watermelon

"Ok, now what?"

Erm.. yeah, another one.

Spoiler:

Ryan ad Jorah are both about 70 years old and have been married for about 50 years. They like love each other SOOO much ok?

So then one day, Jorah starts to get weak and has to be hospitalized. The doctor says to Ryan:

"I'm sorry but, Jorah is dying. She told me for you to check her closet drawer for something"

So then Ryan goes to Jorah's drawer and sees in there 2 dolls and a box of $500,000. Ryan goes back with Jorah and asks her:

"Jorah, my dear. What is the meaning of these dolls and the money?"

"Oh Ryan", she replied,"Everytime I got mad at you in our marriage, I sew myself a doll to calm myself and think again on how much I love you"

Ryan was touched. In all those 50 years Jorah had only gotten mad at her twice....

"But wait, what's with the $500,000 dollars?"

"Oh, that is the money I made off of selling them"

I'm probably gonna get shot o.o. *runs*

 

[Murder]

Haha, I like those Godot. I heard them, just not with PC members.

Um.. let me think.

It is a bit dirtyish.

Spoiler:

Ok, so three men are walking through the woods when they are captured by a tripe of natives. The chief walks up to the prisoners, " I will let you live on one occasion, you must go out into the forest and bring back ten fruit of the same kind. You can choose any fruit" he says.

A while later and the first guy comes back with ten apples.

"Now, shove them up your butt without any strong emotion or facial expressions."

He manages one, but the second one he bursts into tears. They kill him.

The second guy comes back with ten grapes. He gets nine in and bursts out laughing, they kill him. Up in heaven the two killed meet. The first guys says, "You were almost there! Why did you laugh?"

The second guy, still chuckling says, "The last guy was coming back with pineapples."

 

[Frequency]

So....the uses of a condom? Hur hur. LOL.



Miss Bea was in her eighties, and much admired for her sweetness and kindness to all. The pastor came to call on her one afternoon early in the spring, and she welcomed him into her Victorian parlor. She invited him to have a seat while she prepared a little tea. As he sat facing her old pump organ, the young minister noticed a cut glass bowl sitting on top of it, filled with water. In the water floated, of all things, a condom.

Imagine his shock and surprise. Imagine his curiosity! Surely Miss Bea had flipped or something! But he certainly couldn't mention the strange sight in her parlor. When she returned with tea and cookies, they began to chat. The pastor tried to stifle his curiosity about the bowl of water and its strange floater, but soon it got the better of him, and he could resist no longer.
"Miss Bea," he said, " I wonder if you would tell me about this," (pointing to the bowl). "Oh, yes," she replied, "isn't it wonderful? I was walking downtown last fall and I found this little package. It said to put it on your organ, keep it wet and it would prevent disease. And you know... I haven't had a cold all winter!"

 

[templekeeper]

So I was playing Megaman Battle Netwok 5 last night, and I was messing with a Megaman application called 'Humour'...the joke was so bad that I have to share my anguish with someone else.

What do you call a superhero in a computer?

Spoiler:

A Screen Saver

 

[Frequency]

LOL.

So I knew that people that hunt have a 6th sense, but this is no sense being shown at all. Not even a 6th one.

Two hunters are out in the woods when one of them collapses. He doesn't seem to be breathing and his eyes are glazed. The other guy takes out his phone and calls the emergency services. He gasps: "My friend is dead! What can I do?" The operator says: "Calm down, I can help. First, let's make sure he's dead." There is a silence, then a gunshot is heard. Back on the phone, the guy says: "OK, now what?"

 

[ShadowLeader]

Haha, I like those Godot. I heard them, just not with PC members.

Um.. let me think.

It is a bit dirtyish.

Spoiler:

Ok, so three men are walking through the woods when they are captured by a tripe of natives. The chief walks up to the prisoners, " I will let you live on one occasion, you must go out into the forest and bring back ten fruit of the same kind. You can choose any fruit" he says.

A while later and the first guy comes back with ten apples.

"Now, shove them up your butt without any strong emotion or facial expressions."

He manages one, but the second one he bursts into tears. They kill him.

The second guy comes back with ten grapes. He gets nine in and bursts out laughing, they kill him. Up in heaven the two killed meet. The first guys says, "You were almost there! Why did you laugh?"

The second guy, still chuckling says, "The last guy was coming back with pineapples."

ive heard a better version of that:

Ok, three boys were riding their bikes when a storm suddenly came in. They stopped at a farm and asked the farmer if they could wait out the storm in his barn. The farmer agrees under the condition that they do not look at his pretty daughter. they go in the barn and fall asleep.

The next day, as soon as they woke up and went outside, the farmers daughter was standing naked in front of the barn door. The boys turned around and went back into the barn. The farmer came out and said, "ok, since you boys dont listen, ill tell you what. if you pass this test, i wont kill you" the boys agreed and the farmer told them to go out in his fields and pick their favorite fruit. The first two come back with a peach and an apple. The farmer then says, "ok now start shoving them up your butts."

The first boy started shoving the peach in and almost got it all the way when he suddenly bust out laughing and it came shooting out. The same happened to the second boy with the apple. "Well i guess ill have to kill you" the farmer said. "But before i do, let me ask, why did you start laughing?" The boys smiled and said, "the other guys is out there picking watermelons!"

idk..thats originally how i heard the joke and watermelons are funnier to me...

 

[Suki]

An old one. Copypasta.

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A day before his 15th birthday, the son of a wealthy family was asked by his father, `Well my son, what would you like for your birthday?'

The son hesitated a moment and his father's thoughts leapt ahead to a new computer and similar things. However, his son had had a new computer only recently and could have a new one any time he wished.

Finally, the son said, `Father, I have everything a boy could wish for, but there is one thing I would really like. I would love to have a pink ping pong ball.'

The father was rather astonished at this wish, but said, `If it is a pink ping pong ball that you want, a pink ping pong ball you shall have.'

And so, the next day, the son was given as his bithday present a pink ping pong ball.

The boy took the ball to his room and the next morning the pink ping pong ball was gone. The father was mildly surprised but decided not to say anything. The pink ping pong ball, however, was never seen again.

The next year, a day before his 16th birthday, the father asked his son what he would like for his birthday.

`Father,' replied the son, `I have everything a boy could possibly wish for, but there is one thing I would really, really like. I would love to have a tenpack of pink ping pong balls.'

The father was more surprised than the year before, but kept his curiosity at bay, for he knew that his son had a right for privacy. he said therefore, `If it is a tenpack of pink ping pong balls that you want, a tenpack of pink ping pong balls you shall have.'

And so, the next day, the son was given as his birthday present a tenpack of pink ping pong balls.

The boy took the tenpack of balls to his room and the next morning, not a single ball remained, merely the empty husk of the tenpack. The father wondered where ten pink ping pong balls might disappear to, but decided not to say anything. The pink ping pong balls, however, were never seen again.

The next year, a day before his 17th birthday, the son was asked by his father what he would like for his birthday.

`Father,' said the son to this, `I have everything a boy could wish for, but one thing would make my happiness complete. I would dearly want a carton of pink ping pong balls.'

The father was beyond surprise, but decided to make sure he had not misheard. `A carton of pink ping pong balls?'

`A carton of pink ping pong balls,' the boy confirmed.

`I can't understand your fascination with pink ping pong balls,' said the father, `but if it is a carton of pink ping pong balls that you want, it is a carton of pink ping pong balls that you shall have.'

And so, the next day, the boy was given as his birthday present a carton of pink ping pong balls.

The boy was delighted and took the carton to his room. The next day, miraculously (as if by magic, even) the pink ping pong balls had all disappeared.

`Dear son,' said the father, `I must ask now, what do you do with all those pink ping pong balls?'

The son, however, was reluctant to tell him. `Please humour me, dear father.'

The carton of pink ping pong balls, however, was never seen again.

The next year, it was clear that the son would get a car, but the father felt that, perhaps, his son also had some other wish apart from the obvious. So, one day before the son's 18th birthday, the father asked him whether he had a special wish for his birthday.

`Dearest father,' the son started, `I have everything a young man could possibly want, but there is one craving in me. I would, more than anything, want a warehouse full of pink ping pong balls.'

One of these years, his father thought, I should get to the bottom of this. However, he decided to humour his son's wish. At least he had been wise enough to buy shares in a pink ping pong ball factory.

The next day, the son was given the address of a warehouse where all his new pink ping pong balls were stored. The son was delighted and decided to spend the next night in the warehouse rather than at home.

The following morning, the son stepped out of the warehouse, but it seemed to be empty otherwise. The father had a closer look and indeed, apart from empty cardboard boxes, nothing was left inside the warehouse. No pink ping pong balls were left.

The following year, one day before the son's 19th birthday, the father braced himself for another warehouse of pink ping pong balls. He asked his son what his deepest desire was and he had not been entirely wrong.

`Father, you have made me very happy these last years and this year I ask of you a shipload of pink ping pong balls if at all possible.'

It was possible, if only because the father had by now bought each and every factory of pink ping pong balls in the country.

The next day, the father took his son to the harbour and showed him a huge tanker and told his son that there were millions, billions, trillions of pink ping pong balls in there.

`Father,' the son said, `You've made me very happy yet again.'

That night, the son spent on board the tanker.

The next morning, not a single of the pink ping pong balls could be found, but the son was happy.

A few days before his 20th birthday, however, the son had a terrible road accident and was taken to the hospital.

His father visited the young man in hospital. `My dear son! Can I bring you anything to make you feel better?'

Weakly, the son sat up in bed. `Father, dearest father, grant me this wish; just one tenpack of pink ping pong balls.'

The father held his son's hand tightly. `Whatever you wish my son, but I have to give you one condition. Even if it may be embarrassing, I must know what you did with all those pink ping pong balls.'

`Very well, father, but please indulge me first. I will tell you whatever you wish to know after you have given me the ten pink ping pong balls.'

The father thought that was fair enough and the next day brought his son the ten asked for pink ping pong balls. The son smiled weakly but seemed too weak to talk.

`Son, I leave these pink ping pong balls with you and shall come back tomorrow to ask of you what you have done with all those pink ping pong balls.'

The son nodded weakly.

The next day, less than surprisingly, no pink ping pong balls could be found in the son's hospital room.

`Now, my dearest son, apple of my eye, treasure of my life, please tell me what you did with all those pink ping pong balls,' the father requested.

The son nodded and the father gripped his hand tighter.

`I-' the son started and sat up a bit, swallowing with a dry mouth.

`I- I-'

Spoiler:

Then he died.

Please don't tell me that I was the only one who wasted about 3 minutes reading this v_v lol, I have to say it had a great punchline ;]

 

[ShadowLeader]

Heres a good one!

Two old woman are sitting on a porch, each smoking a cigarette. Suddenly, it starts to rain. one of the old ladies tales out a condom, cuts off the tip, and rolls it down her cigarette. the other old lady decides that this is the most ingenious thing ever and wants to try it. The next day, she goes down to the local convenience store and walks up to the teenager working it and asks for a pack of condoms.

"Any particular brand?" the curious teenager asks. The old woman replies, "No, just as long as it can fit a camel."

Lol...if you didnt get it...think about it for a second.

 

[Chibi-chan]

Where do you find a one legged dog?
Where you left it.

What is pink and fluffy?
A pink fluff.

What's blue and fluffy?
A pink fluff holding its breath.


The cornier the joke, the funnier it is for me XD

 

[I Laugh at your Misfortune!]

LONG JOKE ALERT

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A little man on a white horse is riding along one day when he realises that he feels very lonely. On top of this, he needs someone to cook and clean for him and, because he was a very sexist little man on a white horse, he decided to get a wife to cook and clean for him. So, he rode all the way to the king's castle and knocked on the door. The guardsman looked at him and shouted:
"Who is it?"
"Little man on a white horse."
"Little man on a white horse?"
"Yeah, the little man on a white horse."
"Okay, come in then." So, the little man on the white horse trotted into the castle and called to the guardsman
"Where is the King? I need to ask him permission to marry his daughter." The guardsman pointed to the grand staircase.
"Third floor, fourth door on the left. The man thanked him, then rode his horse all the way up to the third floor. That actually took quite a while, seeing as horses and marble staircases don't normally mix much and resulted in much falling of little men on white horses down staircases. Anyway, when he finally got there, he knocked on the door and someone called out from inside.
"Who is it?"
"Little man on a white horse."
"Little man on a white horse?"
"Yeah, the little man on a white horse."
"Okay, come in then." So, he pushed open the door and trotted in, but in there was the Queen, not the King.
"Your Majesty," The little man on the white horse asked, bowing (which is quite difficult to do while on a horse), "I am looking for the king, so I may ask him permission to marry the Princess." The Queen smiled.
"Well he'll be in his study at the moment. Second floor, ninth door on the right." The little man on the white horse sighed and slowly guided his horse down the staircase to the second floor, falling off several more times. Trotting over to the ninth door on the right, he knocked on the door.
"Who is it?"
"Little man on a white horse."
"Little man on a white horse?"
"Yeah, the little man on a white horse."
"Okay, come in then." Entering, The little man on the white horse saw the King sitting in his study with a book in his hand. Bowing once more, he beseeched the King.
"Your Majesty, I have come to ask for your daughter's hand in marriage. I am not a knight, I can offer her naught but my love." The king, being a sentimental idiot, was moved by this request and nodded at once.
"Well, you can marry her on one condition. I am British, and because I'm also a stereotype, I don't like anyone who can't make a good cup of tea. So, go down to the kitchens and make me a cup of tea. If it's good enough, you can marry her." Sighing, the little man on the white horse cantered down the flight of stairs, breaking several bones in the inevitable tumbles. Finally, he charged towards the kitchen doors and, being very polite, knocked on the door.
"Who is it?"
"Little man on a white horse."
"Little man on a white horse?"
"Yeah, the little man on a white horse."
"Okay, come in then." Wasting no time in talking to the kitchen staff, the little man on the white horse grabbed a teabag, milk and a jug of boiling water, quickly whipping up a perfect cup of tea. Barging through the kitchen doors, he once again climbed the stairs to the second floor, sustaining only minor injuries this time. Knocking on the door, he heard the King call out.
"Who is it?"
"Little man on a white horse."
"Little man on a white horse?"
"Yeah, the little man on a white horse."
"Okay, come in then." Holding out his cuppa, the little man on the white horse watched in anticipation as the king slowly sipped the tea...then spat it onto the ground.
"What the hell is this?" he shouted angrily, "I take my tea with two sugars, but you haven't added any!" Apologising profusely, the little man backed out of the room and ran back down to the kitchen.
"Who is it?"
"Little man on a white horse."
"Little man on a white horse?"
"Yeah, the little man on a white horse."
"Okay, come in then." Quickly, he splashed two sugar cubes into the mug of tea and then dashed back to the staircase, speedily ascending the two flights and breaking three fingers in the resultant falls. He knocked on the King's door again.
"Who is it?"
"Little man on a white horse."
"Little man on a white horse?"
"Yeah, the little man on a white horse."
"Okay, come in then." Trembling with fear, the little man on the white horse offered the cup of tea to the King who took it sipped it and then threw the whole mug to the ground.
"This is stone cold, with all of your running about and forgetting sugar, make me a fresh cup, NOW!" The little man on the white horse just had time to wince at the King's rather unnecessary use of caps lock before being booted all the way down the stairs, horse and all. Painfully picking himself up, he staggered to the kitchen doors again.
"Who is it?"
"Little man on a white horse."
"Little man on a white horse?"
"Yeah, the little man on a white horse."
"Okay, come in then." Stumbling over to the kettle, he made a fresh cup of tea, complete with sugars, then dragged himself and the horse up the two flights of stairs before nervously knocking on the king's door again.
"Who is it?"
"Little man on a white horse."
"Little man on a white horse?"
"Yeah, the little man on a white horse."
"Okay, come in then."
"A fresh cup of tea, as asked for," The little man squeaked, his head bowed, as he walked in on his white horse. The king took a great gulp and a smile broke out on his face.
"Why," he exclaimed, "This cup of tea is absolutely amazing! You may marry my daughter if you wish!" Grinning, the little man enquired as to her whereabouts and the King replied that she would most likely be in the stables, grooming her favourite horse. Thanking the King, the little man on the white horse slowly descended the stairs before trotting out to the stables, becoming very flustered when he found out that there were in fact two stable buildings. Choosing the one on the left first, he knocked on the door.
"Who is it?"
"Little man on a white horse."
"Little man on a white horse?"
"Yeah, the little man on a white horse."
"Okay, come in then." Wandering in, the little man on the white horse immediately saw that the princess was not here - the entire place was empty. It made him wonder a little about who had answered his knock, but then he remembered that he was a character in a joke, so anything could happen. Including breaking the fourth wall. Anyway, he backed out and wandered over to the other stables, knocking on the door again.
"Who is it?"
"Little man on a white horse."
"Little man on a white horse?"
"Yeah, the little man on a white horse."
"Okay, come in then." This time, he saw a stable hand when he walked in and addressed him politely.
"Excuse me," he enquired, "But is the Princess in here?" The stable hand nodded.
"Fifth stall on the right." Wandering over to the fifth stall on the right, the little man on the white horse found that the door blocked his view completely. Hesitantly, he knocked on it.
"Neigh!"
"Quiet, pony! Who is it?"
"Little man on a white horse."
"Little man on a white horse?"
"Yeah, the little man on a white horse."
"Okay, come in then." The little man on the white horse squeezed into the stall. It was only really mean to hold one horse and now there were two in there. And two people as well. The little man on the white horse gasped as he saw the Princess's beauty. She gasped two. After all, the little man on the white horse was pretty hot.
"My beautiful princess," he gasped, "I have been all over this wretched castle, wishing only to marry you. I have sustained several injuries along the way, some at the hands of your father. So...Will you marry me?" The princess looked at him, love filling her heart.
"No."

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lol, its 1449 words XD

 

[Pass!on]

Please don't tell me that I was the only one who wasted about 3 minutes reading this v_v lol, I have to say it had a great punchline ;]

You weren't
That punchline killed me. am I the only one who had dirty thoughts while reading this?