Why did the Japanese steal the Diaoyu Islands? Because they don't have enough room for their funny farms!

Due to insufficient activity and a measly community, it has been decided that Wocka shall be merged with Braingle.com, the sister site of Wocka but with brain teasers. The decision was not an easy one, and there has been long discussions with Jake in both the Braingle and Wocka forums. The discussion was so heated that even Braingle's debate forums could not equal it. However, consensus was in favour of the merge and there's not much you can do about it. The following measures shall be taken: 1) All Wocka users now have a Braingle account. If they've already had one before, then their Wocka score is added to their Braingle score. Jake has made sure that the passwords of every Wocka and Brai

A man was having a serious surgical operation. When he woke up, he asked his doctor, "Did it go well?" "It went perfectly." "Then why do I have this headache?" "Oh, that. Halfway through the operation, we ran out of anesthetic."

What's the Swedish word for divorce and swearing? Ikea.

Since workaholics are people addicted to work and chocaholics are people addicted to chocolate, are catholics people addicted to cats?

I had a great memory once, but I don't know where I left it. You haven't seen it lying around anywhere have you? No? No what?

As I always say, "REAL men don't shave below the neck." Well, unless they are a body builder, I guess you have to show it off. Then again, it might be good for a boxer to be more slippery so punches have less "stick" or whatever. Yea, I guess it's the same with kick boxers. Also, I guess porn stars have their reasons. And male models.... OK, I guess I meant that "REAL men don't shave below the neck, unless they can beat me up, of course."

If you copy from your textbooks, it's making good use of what you've learnt. If you copy from anywhere else, it's plagiarism.

The other day, after what felt like five days of after-school detention, I hailed a taxi - it was almost six, jeez. I opened the door and stepped inside. Making myself comfortable in the back seat, I told him my home address, without caring who the cabbie was. I sank into the seat, with a kind of uneasiness. What would mum do? Ground me for the next ten years? I checked my watch every fifteen seconds, and watched the traffic shooting by. About halfway down the road, the dumb cabbie slowed suddenly. Damn you, I thought. Before I could say anything, the cabbie turned to me. For a moment, I was frozen with fear. The cabbie was not half like anyone I'd seen before. His hair was the colour of

What's the difference between a water bottle and puberty? The water bottle hit Justin Bieber first.

knock knock! whose there? yer mom oh come in!

Yo momma's so ugly the bank had to turn its security cameras off when she came in.