Here's 3 jokes of varying levels of funnyness which as far as I know I invented: 1. Your Mama's so fat and slutty she was born pregnant! 2. Two Shetland ponies are in a field. One turns to the other and says: "excuse me mate, can you pass the Strepsils please?". The other says: "why?" and he replies: "because I'm a little horse". 3. Hey can you make me some 1-benzyl-6-methoxy-6,7-dihydrospiro[piperidine-4,4-thieno[3.2-c]pyran]. No, sorry I don't have my Scrabble set. "Anonymous around the mouse, hyperspace black ops in my house,
A technical itch you can't ignore, viral like that magic spore,
Laced in life like a blockchain, special characters around my name,
They got game like Nintendo flow, it's always the same you will know,
I can't be pinned down like a Q-Bit, my architecture all neuromorphic,
On the roof if the internet had one, fire escape's fibre optic dragon." Onepacman
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Number 3:  1-benzyl-6-methoxy-6,7-dihydrospiro[piperidine-4,4-thieno[3.2-c]pyran], a spirocyclic sigma agonist. I'd love to know what the first joke was. Or maybe not, given the other two... downwardsfromzero attached the following image(s):  1-benzyl-6-methoxy-6,7-dihydrospiro[piperidine-4,4-thieno[3.2-c]pyran].jpg (4kb) downloaded 335 time(s). “There is a way of manipulating matter and energy so as to produce what modern scientists call 'a field of force'. The field acts on the observer and puts him in a privileged position vis-à-vis the universe. From this position he has access to the realities which are ordinarily hidden from us by time and space, matter and energy. This is what we call the Great Work." ― Jacques Bergier, quoting Fulcanelli
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downwardsfromzero wrote:
I'd love to know what the first joke was. Or maybe not, given the other two...
I'm more curious as to why the mod left #3 up. It also seems pretty inappropriate for the humor section  Life is effort and I'll stop when I die!
21:26:26 ‹Adept1›It's as close to a fact as you can get
Loose lips cause bad trips.
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downwardsfromzero wrote:
I'd love to know what the first joke was. Or maybe not, given the other two...
It was an old "your momma" joke.
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Does anyone else see the irony of the avatar situation up there?  Sine experientia nihil sufficienter sciri potest -Roger Bacon
*γνῶθι σεαυτόν*
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knock knock, whos there ,your mom, your mom who, no its me your mom?? I just made that up as you can tell and its probably better than yours 
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Some mods considered that first joke innapropriate, it was temporarily removed. Then a discussion was had, consensus was it should be put back on. It is a joke thread in the humor subforum after all, so some margin is given. If all jokes in this subforum were towards that line, it wouldn't represent the nexus well I guess, or if the OP was constantly posting strange posts with lack of quality, his posting would have to be reconsidered, but as it stands, let people decide for themselves what they think of the joke and let's move on  My turn: What did one Nexian say to another? Who knows, post was removed and both their pineals extracted. 
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Where do all the bad psychedelic jokes go? In the Psilly-Psy-Bin.
<Ringworm>hehehe, it's all fun and games till someone loses an "I"
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Wiki • Attitude • FAQThe Nexian • Nexus Research • The OHTIn New York, we wrote the legal number on our arms in marker...To call a lawyer if we were arrested. In Istanbul, People wrote their blood types on their arms. I hear in Egypt, They just write Their names. גם זה יעבור
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An acid casualty walks into the canteen of the local mental hospital with a box under his arm. A psychotic mrthhead is sitting at one of the tables. "Hey, what"s in the box?" asks the methhead. "A jigsaw puzzle," replies the casualty. "What"s it of?" "A cockerel." "What"s a cockerel?" "It"s a male chicken" "Can i help you do the puzzle?" "Yeah sure you can". They both sit together and start trying to do the jigsaw puzzle but for some reason they have real difficulties trying to work it out. They are working on it for hours. Roundabout 11pm the duty nurse comes into the canteen. "Come on you two," she says "it"s time for bed....and tidy those cornflakes away."
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Q: How many surrealist does it take to screw in a light bulb? A: A fish. Images of broken light,
Which dance before me like a million eyes,
They call me on and on...
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