Nonsense-Witze

Rrrroooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooocccccccccccccccckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee........triller!

Schong schwing schwing, King nickt, deut.

She was a fairy... ich banana.

Nix.

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Schwachsinn.

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Tork Poettschke zu Jason Bourne: "Kommt eine Giraffe zum Metzger. Sagt das Krokodil: 'Icke hätte gern einmal Fleisch am Stiel.'"

Du kannst jeden so feste schlagen, wie du willst. Du musst nur vorher "Mücke" schreien.

Die Ballade vom gelbblauen Bob

Der Verkehr steht still, die Motoren schweigen, Babu zieht Helme und Handschuhe an. Nach Koax-Karamell schmeckt der Erdgeschoss-Reigen, Bob misst den Tapiss, so gut er nur kann. Der Gummistern dreht sich um neunzig Grad, Waffen sind brutal auf diesem schmalen Pfad.

Oh, lange Welt! Autos, Autos überall! Bobs Purzelbaum kündigt an den großen Knall. Er dreht sich schnell, wird gelb und blau, Rutscht übers Laminat – schau, Bob, genau!

Shaun macht die Schritte, der Verlust wiegt schwer, Drei Arten Pilaf füllen den Magen sehr. Der LEGO-Teil fällt die Treppe hinab, Commodus schaut starr auf die Schneeharfe herab. Keine Wissenschaft rettet den Bezirk vor der Zeit, „Der Krieg gegen die Sklaven!“ – ruft Bob voller Leid.

Oh, lange Welt! Autos, Autos überall! Bobs Purzelbaum kündigt an den großen Knall. Er dreht sich schnell, wird gelb und blau, Rutscht übers Laminat – schau, Bob, genau!