The Egg Store

Two detectives walk in, the door bell ringing as they enter. A man behind the counter greets them as they stroll up to the counter.
"Afternoon, sirs. Welcome to the Egg Emporium, the premier distributor of eggs and egg products in town. How can I help you?" The first speaks up; "We've received a tip there's fowl business going on at this establishment. You wouldn't happen to know anything, would you?" "I don't know eggxactly what you're talking about, but I can show you the back, if you'd like to see." "Yes, that'd be helpful."

The second detective grimaces at the first; they could be walking into a trap. There had been an anonymous call that the emporium had been the center of a sex trafficking operation, and who knows what could be behind those doors.

The back rooms contained shelves upon shelves of eggs; duck, chicken, ostrich, emu, crocodile, alligator, Obama. Yolk was strewn about the floor, presumably from dropped eggs. The employees ran around in chicken suit uniforms, though the detectives attributed this to an odd company policy.

"And here we are at the last room. Before you enter, I'd ask that you remember that what we're doing is perfectly legal." said the man, standing proud in his rooster costume. "What do you mean 'doing'?" "You'll see."

The door opened.

A naked man lay in the middle of the floor, surrounded by various fowl-dressed men.

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