Kill that kid

So I heard about a lady seeking a late-term abortion the other day. She showed up at the clinic with her rambunctious son in tow.

So I heard about a lady seeking a late-term abortion the other day. She showed up at the clinic with her rambunctious son in tow.

Doctor: I understand you want an abortion, Mrs. Smith? Mrs. Smith: Yes. Doctor: And how far along are you? Mrs. Smith [thinking for a moment]: About one-hundred twenty-nine months.

What’s one of your favorite not-quite-in-good taste (remember, though, this is a family site) jokes?

2 thoughts on “Kill that kid”

  1. Two more

    Here are two more!

    A fireman was washing the truck outside the fire station when a little girl with a red wagon paused to watch. Her wagon was replete with a section of garden hose and a tiny wooden ladder, with a small dog and cat attached.

    The dog had a string around its neck, but the cat had the string tied around its testicles.

    The fireman squatted beside the little girl and said, “That’s a mighty fine fire wagon you’ve got there. Now, I don’t mean to tell you how to run your rig, but don’t you think it would go faster if you tied that string around the cat’s neck rather than…” He pointed. “There?”

    The little girl smiled brightly and replied, “I thought of that. But then I wouldn’t have a siren!”

    Second joke (one of my all-time favorites, first told to me by my father-in-law):

    Q: What do you name a dog with no hind legs and stainless-steel testicles? A: Sparky!

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    Matthew P. Barnson

  2. Wacko Jacko

    Q: What does Michael Jackson love about twenty eight year olds? A: That there are twenty of them! ——– Visit my blog, eh! The Murphy Maphia

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