Category: internet

Let’s face it, all of us are far too handsome and interesting to use this website’s new dating service. I mean, personally, I feel I’m good enough to pull girls on Club Penguin.

How do you keep a fat stupid Yank occupied for hours? Reveal the rest of this joke.

Whats Facebook and Sickipedia got in common? They Both have dedication pages to dead people.

The internet is a drug. You get on for 1 minute to check your mail, 4 hours later your pants are down by your ankles and you feel all awkward and lonely.

I wanted to go on the Lego website but the site was blocked.

Sickipedia has become totally overrun by kids finding humour in Pokemon, Facebook and Call of Duty. These days I only read the jokes to work out who I should groom next.

Statistically… 9 out of 10 Sickipedians were disappointed with their Christmas cracker jokes. ————————————————- The other 1 out of 10 was an American.

Bill Gates just started a chain of restaurants. Customer: Waiter! Waiter: Hi, my name is Bill and I’ll be your support staff. May I please have your telephone number, and address? Your visit may be monitored for training purposes. Now, please tell me your problem. Customer: There’s a fly in my soup! Waiter: Please exit […]

I was recreating silent comic Harold Lloyd’s famous clock scene when I thought, “Hold on a minute”.

No matter what you search for on youtube, there’s always a 6-year-old Asian kid doing it blindfolded.

No duplicates. No Americans. No server crashes. Carlsberg don’t make Sickipedia…

Coming soon to a town near you…. “SICKIPEDIA THE MUSICAL” Featuring all your favourite songs, “We hate Americans” “My girlfriend is 8 years old” “Who’s in the cellar daddy?” “Maddie…….I love you….. but you’re dead”

I’ve been told i use the internet too much and i have trouble differentiating the real world with my online life. This was discovered after i wanted to ask a girl out on a date and got arrested for writing on her wall. When i sent her a poo it didn’t go down well either. […]

You know there’s a problem when the only reason you login to Facebook is to post a joke that you know will inflame 90% of your Friend List.

It was the funeral of the wife’s mother yesterday. At the graveside I broke down in tears. “Thought you didn’t like her?” the wife whispered. “I didn’t. But seeing her being buried reminds me of what happens to most of my jokes”.