There were three people lined up to serve their punishment of death via the guillotine. Among them were a prostitute who'd spread disease among the town. A drug dealer who had ruined the lives of hundreds. And an engineer who had killed hundreds with a poorly made bridge.
The prostitute was first, she stepped up, laid back, and the king asked, "do you have any final words?" She replied, "I'm sorry for all of the disease I have spread, may God have mercy on my soul." The guillotine was sent down to kill the girl, when all of a sudden it stopped within inches of chopping off her head. The king, and all of the townspeople believed it to be an act of God replying to the girl's cry for mercy, and thus let her live.
Second was the drug dealer, he stepped up, laid back, and the king asked if he had any final words. He replied, "I'm sorry for all of the lives I have ruined, may God have mercy on my soul." The guillotine was sent down to kill him, when again it stopped within inches of chopping off this time the drug dealers head. So again, the king let him live.
Third up was the engineer. He walked up, laid down, and the king asked if he had any final words. The engineer replied, "Oh, here's the problem."
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