Capt Underpants said:
My favorite type of jokes are dead baby jokes. Here are a few. Google "Dead baby jokes" if you want more.
What's the difference between a truck full of bowling balls and a truck full of dead babies?
You can't unload a truck full of bowling balls with a pitchfork
What do you call a dead baby pinned to your wall?
art
What's harder than nailing a dead baby to a tree?
Naiing it to a dead puppy
What's worse than having sex with a dead baby?
Having sex with a dead baby filled with razor blades
I'm not sick and twisted, I promise... I just think they're funny
Oh you're on....
What's better than swinging a baby from a Hills Hoist?
Stopping it with a cricket bat.
What's black, furry, wriggling and cries?
A baby covered in Funnelweb spiders.
Why couldn't the baby turn around in the hallway?
Because it had a spear through it's head.
What's red, silver and cries?
A baby with forks in it's eyes.
Etc....
I also like koala jokes:
Why did the koala fall out of the tree?
Because it was dead.
Why did the second koala fall out of the tree?
Because it was tied to the first koala.
Why did the third koala fall out of the tree?
Peer pressure.
Why did the fourth koala fall out of the tree?
Because someone threw a fridge at it.
Also.....
What's round, hard and would hurt you if it fell out of a tree?
A submarine.
What's round, hard, blue and would really hurt you if it fell out of a tree?
Same submarine in a denim jacket.
And...
Why did the plane crash?
Because the pilot was an orange.
And now for a dirtyish one....
It was the night of the palace ball and Cinderella couldn't stop crying. Her fairy God-mother was very distraught. "Cinderella," she said, "Why are you crying? You have a beautiful gown, a shiny pair of glass slippers, and you're about to have one of the best evenings of your life!" But Cinderella continued to cry. "I know," she said, sobbing, "but I've looked everywhere and I can't find my diaphragm! What am I going to do!?!" she cried again.
The fairy Godmother thought for a moment, and then said, "I'll make you a diaphragm, but only for tonight and you HAVE to be back by midnight or it will turn into a pumpkin." "Thank you! Thank you!" she shrieked, and she went hurrying out the door so she wouldn't be late.
The fairy God-mother smiled, happy to have pleased Cinderella so much. She settled down in front of the fire to await Cinderella's return.
The fairy God-mother waited. And she waited. And she waited, until finally 12 o'clock rolled around and there was still no sign of Cinderella. The fairy God-mother started to get worried. One o'clock rolled around and then came two and then three and the fairy God-mother had worked herself into a frenzy thinking about all of the horrible things that could have happened to her.
Suddenly, the door swings open and Cinderella comes sauntering in in a daze with a lazy smile painted on her face, a little drunken swagger in her walk and kind of breathes a tired hello.
The fairy God-mother's eyes got big and she jumps up. "What happened? Are you ok?" she said with a frantic voice.
"I'm just fine," she murmured. I was on my way home when I met the most lovely man.... Peter, Peter something or other."