Worst Joke Ever 2024

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2 hours ago, carlyai said:

Michelin Man doesn't have a belly button. Is that significant?

Michelin Man is god!

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3 minutes ago, ballpoint said:

Michelin Man is god!

See, that's the thing.

Any drawing or picture of a figure is drawn how the artist imagines it. So drawing Adam and Eve with belly buttons is using the imagination of the drawer. Unless we have an un-doctored photo, who knows?

Some Martian women have their vulva on their shoulder. Some Martian men have their penis as their pointing finger. So what we see as someone tapping another person on the shoulder, really is them getting it off.

I hope you follow all this?

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18 minutes ago, carlyai said:

See, that's the thing.

Any drawing or picture of a figure is drawn how the artist imagines it. So drawing Adam and Eve with belly buttons is using the imagination of the drawer. Unless we have an un-doctored photo, who knows?

Some Martian women have their vulva on their shoulder. Some Martian men have their penis as their pointing finger. So what we see as someone tapping another person on the shoulder, really is them getting it off.

I hope you follow all this?

But all the renaissance artists drew them that way with the pope's approval. 

For example, the relevant bit of Michelangelo's 'Creation of Adam" on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel.

 

We know he approved, because they (art work and artist) would have come to a sticky end if he hadn't.

 

 

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4 hours ago, Zyxel said:

That would fit even if there was one less hole on it. Possibly even with the other hole covered...

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Book early to avoid disappointment ...

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Two 90 year old men, Mike and Joe, have been friends all of their lives.
When it's clear that Joe is dying, Mike visits him every day. 
One day Mike says, "Joe, we both loved rugby all our lives, and we played rugby on Saturdays together for so many years. Please do me one favour, when you get to Heaven, somehow you must let me know if there's rugby there."
Joe looks up at Mike from his death bed, "Mike, you've been my best friend for many years. If it's at all possible, I'll do this favour for you."
Shortly after that, Joe passes on.
At midnight a couple of nights later, Mike is awakened from a sound sleep by a blinding flash of white light and a voice calling out to him, "Mike -- Mike."
"Who is it?" asks Mike sitting up suddenly. "Who is it?"
"Mike--it's me, Joe."
"You're not Joe. Joe just died."
"I'm telling you, it's me, Joe," insists the voice."
"Joe! Where are you?"
"In heaven," replies Joe. "I have some really good news and a little bad news."
"Tell me the good news first," says Mike.
"The good news," Joe says, "is that there IS rugby in heaven. Better yet, all of our old friends who died before us are here, too. Better even than that, we're all young again. Better still, it's always spring time and it never rains or snows. And, best of all, we can play rugby all we want, and we never get tired."
"That's fantastic," says Mike. "It's beyond my wildest dreams! 
So what's the bad news?"
"You're in the team for this Saturday."

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