what a shame the poor groom's bride is: 100 unfunny punchlines
A house in New Orleans they call the Rising Sun
Gonna be May
…Right behind me, isn’t she?
Frozen in there, and we’re out here
Problematic
Blue
A metaphor
Of Frankenstein
A horrible person
Back in town
A 10, but…
A Barbie girl, in a Barbie world
Standing on my neck
n’t
A boyfriend who looked like a girlfriend that I had in February of last year
Going the distance
A pigeon?
Pete Wentz’s corpse
A sin
Just not that into you
Dead
Buying clothes at the soup store
My brand
Number one
Every woman
A tragedy
Popping the BIGGEST bottles when Makorra happens tomorrow
There
Just another manic Monday
In another castle
Making a Tomlette without breaking some Greggs
Not a sin
Where Cameron goes berserk
-b±√(b²-4ac))/2a
Reading this blog
Why we can’t have nice things
The sled
A clone of the poor groom’s bride
Walking into a bar
A bitch, a lover, a child, a mother, a sinner, a saint
Sparta
An old man who lives in Ohio, making money off of girls like me
Now made with real cheese
Not a tragedy
ME BOY I’M THE PS5 SPEAKING TO YOU INSIDE YOUR BRAIN
Running away with Dustin Hoffman
Thursday (what a concept)
God
The dancing queen, young and sweet, only seventeen
Contagious
Just Ken
A maniac, maniac on the floor
A Taurus
Here to remind you of the mess you left when you went away
Not beating the allegations
So yesterday
Coming from inside the house
The Doctor
Back from the dead
At the cleaner’s (along with my hoodie and my fuck-you flip flops, you PRETENTIOUS DOUCHEBAG)
The Spanish Inquisition
Closing the goddamn door
Me, hi, I’m the problem, it’s me
A maneater
Not enough
Pretty fly for a white guy
A gougar
The fucking Babadook
Nice
Mine now, we are more than just good friends, this is how the story ends
So Raven
A bad idea, right?
My best friend. She’s my pal. She’s my homeboy. My rotten soldier. She’s my sweet cheese. My good time bõẙ
Mesmerized by the beauty of the world
Not in position for this tribute
The bad guy (duh)
Gonna be the day that they’re gonna throw it back to you
Britney, bitch
The voice I hear inside my head, the reason that I’m singing
A liar sometimes
Transformed in her bed into a horrible vermin
Istanbul (not Constantinople)
Going ghost
Out in the space, on the Planet of the Bass
Still preoccupied with 19, 19, 1985
Losing to a bird
Jekyll Jekyll Hyde Jekyll Hyde Hyde Jekyll
Your brain on drugs
The Avatar
Climbing up the walls
A no-show
More than strange, she’s weird
The very best, like no one ever was
Brought to you by the letter W
Batman
Your mom
The killer
All just a dream
JOHN CENA
A whore, you’re nothing more, I’m sorry that’ll never change