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Why did the czech end up in the HRE?
Because they came for the beer, stayed for the schnaps and left when the only thing there was was w(h)ine.
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GW:"Space marines got too many options to balance, therefore we decided to legends HH units." Players: "why?!? Now we finally got decent plastic kits and you cut them?" Chaos marines players: "Since when are Daemonengines 30k models and why do i have NO droppods now?" GW" MONEY.... erm i meant TOO MANY OPTIONS (to resell your army to you again by disalowing former units)! Do you want specific tyranid fighiting Primaris? Even a new sabotage lieutnant!" Chaos players: Guess i stop playing or go to HH.
I also don't fully understand the question. What does the 'um' mean? And does the HRE mean Holy Roman Empire?
HRE yes holy Roman empire.
Um is meant to be up. Autocorrect is my bane.
The jokes based upon the rough three phases of the HRE /A-H empire, beer when everything was going well, schnapps when the whole thing started turning on fire and people getting thrown out of Windows and whine of course when the royalist whined after the break down of the A-H empire.
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GW:"Space marines got too many options to balance, therefore we decided to legends HH units." Players: "why?!? Now we finally got decent plastic kits and you cut them?" Chaos marines players: "Since when are Daemonengines 30k models and why do i have NO droppods now?" GW" MONEY.... erm i meant TOO MANY OPTIONS (to resell your army to you again by disalowing former units)! Do you want specific tyranid fighiting Primaris? Even a new sabotage lieutnant!" Chaos players: Guess i stop playing or go to HH.
It's about a week after the Master's golf tournament and it's a quiet day at Augusta National golf course, so Jesus Christ and Moses decide to pop down and play a few holes.
They start at a nice little Par 3, over water. Jesus asks Moses for his 8 iron and Moses says, "Lord. Son of Man. I love you and adore you but I think you need to reconsider the 8 iron. Maybe go with the 6 instead."
Jesus turns to Moses and says, "No, no. It'll be fine. I saw Tiger Woods just last week play this hole and he put an 8 iron within inches of the cup. I've got this."
Jesus tees it up and gives it a good whack, but he hits it a bit thin and puts it straight into the water."
Sheepishly, he turns to Moses and says, "Moses I need to go get my ball, can you sort out the water for me?"
Moses obliges and parts the water as Jesus retrieves his ball.
Back on the tee, Jesus reaches for his 8 iron again and Moses chimes up, "You know, Lord of Hosts. Light of light. Almighty Savior. I love and worship you, but you're just asking too much out of the 8 iron. Please, give the 6 iron a chance."
Christ retorts, "No, no. Moses, it's okay. This last weekend, during the Master's, Tiger almost holed his tee shot using his 8 iron. I've got this."
So Moses sighs as The Lord tees it up and swings with his 8 iron. This time he hits it just right and it's looking good, but at the last moment a light breeze checks up the shot and it drops in the water just short.
Jesus shrugs and looks over to a resigned Moses and says, "Moses would you mind doing that thing you do with the water again, I need go get my ball."
Moses reluctantly parts the water hazard once again and Jesus collects his ball.
Once again back at the tee box, Jesus again grabs his 8 iron and tees up his ball. Just as he begins to set his stance, Moses chimes up. "Son of God. Alpha and Omega. I am your most loyal and loving servant, but this is getting ridiculous. Please, I beg you, use the 6 iron...I think it'll work for you."
Jesus replies, "Moses, seriously. I've got this shot. Tiger, just days ago, put his 8 iron right next to the hole. I can do this."
"Fine.", replies and exasperated Moses, "But if you splash this one, then you're on your own. No more aquatic miracles."
"Relax, I've got this.", says the Lord as he lines up his tee shot.
Jesus takes his shot. The swing is perfect. The ball sails towards it's target but just doesn't have enough on it and down into the water it goes. Christ lays down his club on his bag and heads down to the water to find his ball.
Meanwhile, a foursome of players come riding up to the tee box where Moses is standing, watching the Lord as he walks on the water looking down for his errant ball.
One of the players looks out and sees Jesus walking upon the water in search of his ball and as he walks up to the tee box, he says to Moses, "Who does that guy out there think he is, Jesus Christ?"
Moses looks to the man and replies, "That is Jesus Christ. The problem is, he thinks he's Tiger Woods."
“If you are ever caught out on the course in a lightning storm, hold your 1 iron above your head and you’ll be safe from lightning strikes. Even God can’t hit a 1 iron”
(I don’t play golf, but it struck me as funny, might be getting the club wrong. From the above joke, it might be the eight)
BigWaaagh wrote: It's about a week after the Master's golf tournament and it's a quiet day at Augusta National golf course, so Jesus Christ and Moses decide to pop down and play a few holes.
They start at a nice little Par 3, over water. Jesus asks Moses for his 8 iron and Moses says, "Lord. Son of Man. I love you and adore you but I think you need to reconsider the 8 iron. Maybe go with the 6 instead."
Jesus turns to Moses and says, "No, no. It'll be fine. I saw Tiger Woods just last week play this hole and he put an 8 iron within inches of the cup. I've got this."
Jesus tees it up and gives it a good whack, but he hits it a bit thin and puts it straight into the water."
Sheepishly, he turns to Moses and says, "Moses I need to go get my ball, can you sort out the water for me?"
Moses obliges and parts the water as Jesus retrieves his ball.
Back on the tee, Jesus reaches for his 8 iron again and Moses chimes up, "You know, Lord of Hosts. Light of light. Almighty Savior. I love and worship you, but you're just asking too much out of the 8 iron. Please, give the 6 iron a chance."
Christ retorts, "No, no. Moses, it's okay. This last weekend, during the Master's, Tiger almost holed his tee shot using his 8 iron. I've got this."
So Moses sighs as The Lord tees it up and swings with his 8 iron. This time he hits it just right and it's looking good, but at the last moment a light breeze checks up the shot and it drops in the water just short.
Jesus shrugs and looks over to a resigned Moses and says, "Moses would you mind doing that thing you do with the water again, I need go get my ball."
Moses reluctantly parts the water hazard once again and Jesus collects his ball.
Once again back at the tee box, Jesus again grabs his 8 iron and tees up his ball. Just as he begins to set his stance, Moses chimes up. "Son of God. Alpha and Omega. I am your most loyal and loving servant, but this is getting ridiculous. Please, I beg you, use the 6 iron...I think it'll work for you."
Jesus replies, "Moses, seriously. I've got this shot. Tiger, just days ago, put his 8 iron right next to the hole. I can do this."
"Fine.", replies and exasperated Moses, "But if you splash this one, then you're on your own. No more aquatic miracles."
"Relax, I've got this.", says the Lord as he lines up his tee shot.
Jesus takes his shot. The swing is perfect. The ball sails towards it's target but just doesn't have enough on it and down into the water it goes. Christ lays down his club on his bag and heads down to the water to find his ball.
Meanwhile, a foursome of players come riding up to the tee box where Moses is standing, watching the Lord as he walks on the water looking down for his errant ball.
One of the players looks out and sees Jesus walking upon the water in search of his ball and as he walks up to the tee box, he says to Moses, "Who does that guy out there think he is, Jesus Christ?"
Moses looks to the man and replies, "That is Jesus Christ. The problem is, he thinks he's Tiger Woods."
I got a chuckle out of that. The problem with religious jokes is they often end up nasty and rude. This one is tastefully funny and ridiculously enjoyable.
Reality is a nice place to visit, but I'd hate to live there.
Manchu wrote:I'm a Catholic. We eat our God.
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The biggest joke in this thread is the moderation. Blatantly antisemitic jokes are apparently fine with the mods, as are misogynist jokes, jokes bashing the French, and jokes insinuating all people of Irish descent are alcoholics. But at least two posts mocking right-wing populists have been removed. Because God forbid we offend Boris fething Johnson.
(No, I'm not offended by any of those other jokes, nor do I want any of them removed. Some of them are even funny. I just don't think the mods should be protecting the fee-fees of one particular political viewpoint while completely ignoring the normal rules for the rest of the thread.)
A little bit of righteous anger now and then is good, actually. Don't trust a person who never gets angry.
nareik wrote: The problem with defaulting on payments to your exorcist is that your home might be repossessed.
I chuckkled more at this than i should.
Time to get my absolvement.
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Duskweaver wrote: The biggest joke in this thread is the moderation. Blatantly antisemitic jokes are apparently fine with the mods, as are misogynist jokes, jokes bashing the French, and jokes insinuating all people of Irish descent are alcoholics. But at least two posts mocking right-wing populists have been removed. Because God forbid we offend Boris fething Johnson.
(No, I'm not offended by any of those other jokes, nor do I want any of them removed. Some of them are even funny. I just don't think the mods should be protecting the fee-fees of one particular political viewpoint while completely ignoring the normal rules for the rest of the thread.)
Irony thine name is dakka moderation.
Jokes aside the first class of jokes fine since they are older then current politics and therefore fine to be discussed.
Whilest Johnson and others are too recent and divisive it seems.
Altough it is sad because that limits all actual satire coming out as unaceptable.
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GW:"Space marines got too many options to balance, therefore we decided to legends HH units." Players: "why?!? Now we finally got decent plastic kits and you cut them?" Chaos marines players: "Since when are Daemonengines 30k models and why do i have NO droppods now?" GW" MONEY.... erm i meant TOO MANY OPTIONS (to resell your army to you again by disalowing former units)! Do you want specific tyranid fighiting Primaris? Even a new sabotage lieutnant!" Chaos players: Guess i stop playing or go to HH.
The mods have always been selective in how they apply the rules. It’s why some posters got away with murder in the politics threads whilst others got reprimanded for doing feth all. Then you had some mods violating rule 1 themselves but hey whatever, just shut up and mind your own business. It is a complete joke, but one that I’m not laughing at.
Anyway,
“Doctor Doctor, I’ve got a steering wheel in my underpants!”
“Oh really?!”
“Yeah, they’re driving me nuts!”
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Businessman is at a bar drunker then hell when he suddenly throws up all over his shirt
Businessman say “ this is a new shirt my wife is going to kill me”
Bartender replied “ take $20 out of you wallet, put it your shirt pocket... when you get home tell your wife some guy threw up on you and gave you $20 to get your shirt cleaned”
Businessman say “ great idea!”
Businessman gets home and his wife says “ what happen to your shirt?”
Businessman replies “ some guy threw up on me and gave me $20 to get my shirt cleaned” as the man shows his wife the money from his shirt pocket
She says “” that a 50!”
Businessman says “ oh yeah, he gak in my pants too!”
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Somewhere in between the last bar they visited and home, they feel an urgent need to pee. They are still too far away from home, but there is a cemetary nearby, so they decide to go into the bushes there.
"for god's sake, I need a wipe" " Use your panties and throw it away, as I did". "Can't, it was a present from my husband."
Then look for something else".
The next day, both of their husbands are out for a drink.
"My wife was so drunk yesterday night! I wonder what she did! When she came home, she did not even wear panties under her skirt!"
"That's nothing, mine had a note stuck in her panties, "Forever in our thoughts, 4th tank batallion"
Ahh frig it! I'll do it! From Sseth Tzeentach's Mount and Blade review
She keeps shouting at me using big words like genocide. I keep reminding her those were Swadian Villagers. It wasn't genocide, it was pesticide. (sorry, I have a super dark sense of humour)
Also this
Comrade-leader: we are here today to discuss the fact that Communism is the greatest thing since sliced bread, comrades.
Comrade: that'd be great if it wasn't so long since I last got to eat bread...or anything.
Comrade-leader: kill him.
Guard shoots poor comrade.
Comrade-leader: now 2,000 years in gulag for him.
Guard: but he's dead, sir.
Comrade-leader draws his pistol and shoots the guard between the eyes.
Comrade-leader: did I stutter, comrade? 10,000 years in gulag for both of them now. Anyone else want a bullet and 10,000 years in Gulag?
Ten people step forward and comrade-leader seems shocked then he turns to his remaining guard.
Comrade-leader: you...have any bullets in your gun, comrade?
Guard: Nyet, comrade.
Comrade-leader: sighs.
"The best way to lie is to tell the truth." Attelus Kaltos.
My story! Secret War
After his organisation is hired to hunt down an influential gang leader on the Hive world, Omnartus. Attelus Kaltos is embroiled deeper into the complex world of the Assassin. This is the job which will change him, for better or for worse. Forevermore. Chapter 1.
The Angaran Chronicles: Hamar Noir. After coming back from a dangerous mission which left his friend and partner, the werewolf: Emilia in a coma. Anargrin is sent on another mission: to hunt down a rogue vampire. A rogue vampire with no consistent modus operandi and who is exceedingly good at hiding its tracks. So much so even the veteran Anargrin is forced into desperate speculation. But worst of all: drive him into desperate measures. Measures which drives Anargrin to wonder; does the ends, justify the means?
Secretary:
"Mr. Stalin, there is a man who wishes to speak with you. He claims he's a fortuneteller and he wants to foretell the future to you and the Soviet Union."
Stalin:
"To gulag with him!"
Secretary:
"But sir, he wants...
Stalin:
"Look Natascha, if he really was a fortuneteller, he wouldn't come in the first place."
Ca. 1965, American and Russian arguing about which country is better.
The American argues, In the USA, we have political freedom. Why, I could walk straight into the White House and say, “Mr. President, I don’t like the way you’re running America!”
The Russian retorts, Oh, that’s nothing special, I could do exactly same. I could walk straight into Kremlin and say, “Mr. Premier, I don’t like the way the president is running America!”
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St Peter tells her "I'll ask you a question to check you've been properly studying the Bible. What did Eve say to Adam when they first met?"
"Oh my." says the nun. "That's a hard one."
"That's right!" says St Peter. "Go on in."
"The 75mm gun is firing. The 37mm gun is firing, but is traversed round the wrong way. The Browning is jammed. I am saying "Driver, advance." and the driver, who can't hear me, is reversing. And as I look over the top of the turret and see twelve enemy tanks fifty yards away, someone hands me a cheese sandwich."
I first saw this when GWB was in office but I can't be bothered to edit it on mobile.
An airplane was about to crash. There were 4 passengers on board, but only 3 parachutes.
The 1st passenger said, "I am Steph Curry, the best NBA basketball player. The Warriors and my millions of fans need me, and I can't afford to die." So he took the 1st pack and left the plane.
The 2nd passenger, Donald Trump, said, "I am the newly-elected U.S. President, and I am the smartest President in American history, so my people don't want me to die." He took the 2nd pack and jumped out of the plane.
The 3rd passenger, the Pope, said to the 4th passenger, a 10 year old schoolboy, "My son, I am old and don't have many years left, you have more years ahead so I will sacrifice my life and let you have the last parachute."
The little boy said, "That's okay, Your Holiness, there's a parachute left for you. America 's smartest President took my schoolbag."
The old meta is dead and the new meta struggles to be born. Now is the time of munchkins.
Jesus Christ walks into a bar, hands the barman three nails and says "Can you put me up for the night?"
Damnit, I remember that scene. I still chuckle at it just for the memory alone.
Since leaving a joke seems to be a requirement to post in here, here's one adopted for 40k
Rubius Calanthrax wasn't the the brightest space marine in the UltraMarines, or the most cautious. Indeed, his general foolishness, gullibility, and lack of adherence to even the basic principles of the Codex Astartes was legendary even amongst the officer corp. Despite this, the codex demanded that Rubius could only spend so long in the scout company and was soon promoted into a battle line company. Despite having received this honor, the Adeptus Mechancicum refused to issue the new marine a suit of power armor. Confused as to what to do, Rubius explained the issue to his sargent.
The sargent, secretly agreeing with the Mechanicum on this one issue, just took Rubius aside as told him; "Look, here's what you do. When we go into battle, just shout 'My Faith is My Armor' really loud and the bullets won't hurt you". The sargent didn't believe this of course, but figured the enemy couldn't fail to solve the problem of the idiot marine for him in the next battle.
So Rubius deploys alongside his squad, clad only in his loincloth and shouting 'My Faith is My Armor!' really loud. To his squad's amazement, enemy las-rounds bounce right off his oiled skin and Rubius is one of the few marines to make it through the battle unscathed. The sargent is still trying to figure out how this idiot marine survived when Rubius darkens his door again.
"Sargent", he says, "The Mechanicum won't issue me a bolter"
I can't have this idiot issued a bolter, the sargent thinks, he'll kill more of us than the enemy. So he relies on what's worked before. "Look here Rubius," He says, "When we deploy, just point your finger at the enemy and say 'Bang! Bang!'. You'll be fine, I promise"
Rubius nodes sagely at the advice, and in the next battle against the Tau, strides out of the drop pod shouting "My Faith is My Armor! Bang! Bang!"
To everyone's amazement the Tau start dropping dead. Everywhere Rubius points, the Tau start falling in droves with every 'Bang! Bang!' uttered. Rubius achieves a kill rating worthy of a champion, despite an accidental discharge of his finger into Brother Tiburius's foot.
Figuring that this turn of events is still safer than Rubius being issued a real bolter, the sargent is unsuprised when Rubius darkens his door again. "Sargent", he complains, "The Mechancium won't issue my a gladius to go with my finger"
The sargent just throws up his hands and looks Rubius square in the eyes, "I understand Rubius. If the enemy gets close, gets slash at them with your finger and shout 'Slashity-Slash!' really loud"
Rubius takes this in stride and in their next battle against Chaos, comes roaring out of the battlements shouting "My Faith is My Armor! Bang! Bang!". Chaos cultists collapse in thier hundreds. The Black legion shows up, but Rubius just continues shouting "My Faith is My Armor! Bang! Bang!" and even they fall under the onslaught of the finger-bolters. Things gets tense as the battle lines close, but Rubius can be seen at the front of his squad, charging in his loincloth and slashing with his fingers, shouting "Bang! Bang! Slashity-Slash!". Legionaries die at his feet, unable to penetrate his faith-filled armor or resist the power of his slashing fingers. Finally they start to give ground. Roaring his hate Rubio turns to the biggest of the Chaos Marines, a massive trans-human also clad only in a loincloth and shouts 'Bang! Bang!'
To his surprise, the brute keeps coming. Rubius is unperturbed for the moment and just aims again 'Bang! Bang!' he shouts.
The brute doesn't even flinch, just keeps walking forward with his shoulders hunched.
Rubius doesn't know what else to do, so he charges the enemy in combat, "Bang! Bang! Slashity-Slash!" he roars.
The brute doesn't fall down or react. Instead he just keeps coming forward, until at last his walks over Rubius, squashing him into the mud and ending one of the Ultramarines greatest champions in a single footfall. With his last breath, Rubius looks up and can see that the massive chaos marine is uttering a single thing, over and over again.
Spoiler:
"Rhino. Rhino. Rhino"
Bender wrote:* Realise that despite the way people talk, this is not a professional sport played by demi gods, but rather a game of toy soldiers played by tired, inebriated human beings.
While on the subject of The Crow. It’s not a joke per se, but a scene towards the end. Big Bad discovers that Dude’s immortality is due to the crow-spirit-guide . So he gets a sniper to shoot the bird. Dude confronts Big Bad, visibly weakened.
Big Bad: “Hey, let me do an impression for you. Caw-caw!
*puts hands together, flaps like a bird*
Bang! feth, I’m dead!”
* Throws hands to the ground*
- That is, for me, in context, both the funniest and downright villainous taunt I’ve ever seen in a movie. I howled with laughter. I was probably the only one, but I just gave myself four ha’s for remembering it so I thought I’d share.
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While on the subject of The Crow. It’s not a joke per se, but a scene towards the end. Big Bad discovers that Dude’s immortality is due to the crow-spirit-guide . So he gets a sniper to shoot the bird. Dude confronts Big Bad, visibly weakened.
Big Bad: “Hey, let me do an impression for you. Caw-caw!
*puts hands together, flaps like a bird*
Bang! feth, I’m dead!”
* Throws hands to the ground*
- That is, for me, in context, both the funniest and downright villainous taunt I’ve ever seen in a movie. I howled with laughter. I was probably the only one, but I just gave myself four ha’s for remembering it so I thought I’d share.
Literally everything that actor did in that movie was genius. It should be handed to everyone intending to play a villain.