One time, I got beat up by a kid named Jesus. And when you're seven, you can't tell the difference between Jesus, typical Puerto Rican name in your neighborhood, and Jesus, the actual savior. So I was walking around all confused -- you know, guilty. What had I done that the Lord would send his only begotten son down to Brooklyn to kick my ass?
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RandomThese are some jokes that I think are funny WARNIG: SOME JOKES ARE BAD AND MAY BE OFFENSIVE AND WHATEVER
