Quotes About Humor

The sign on the front door explaining what kind of meeting: NA-NARCOTICS ANONYMOUS Someone had attached a sticky note that said: EMPHASIS ON THE A, PEOPLE! Ty didn't know wheather to be amused that only in Lucky Harbor would the extra note be necessary, or appalled that the town was trusted with the anonymous at all.

Are we going to be stupid?" she whispered. "Define stupid." "Anything that involves either one of us exposing our favorite body parts." Or their hearts… "I want to hear about your favorite body part," he said. "In great detail.

Gotta be a full moon bringing out the crazy," Mitch said. "Maybe the crazy just follows you," Aidan suggested. In turn, Mitch suggested Aidan was number one. With his middle finger.

Don't tell me, Ford said. Another Ginger Goddess. Nah, Logan grinned. I just wanted to see if you knew how to make a sissy drink. It was good though. Thanks. Sawyer, still sprawled back in his chair, laughed. Okay, that was it. Ford was cutting everyone off, the f***ers.

This one's good. 'Don't expect a man with a hard-on to be able to think. He doesn't have enough blood to run both heads.' Hmmm. He shot her a wicked grin over his shoulder. I do. Want to see?

Listen, she finally said. I might've given you the wrong impression when I...bumped into you with the bear thing. Bumped into me? He couldn't help it, he laughed. You tried to crawl up my body. Which is my point, she said stiffly. My sleep-out adventure isn't going to include crawling up anyone's body. Will it include sleeping? -Amy and Matt

Maybe we should go to the gym later and do some crunches or something, Willa said, sounding less than enthused about this propect. Kylie shook her head. My brain just auto-corrected the word crunches to cupcakes...

He didn't say a word about the fact that her Vespa was nowhere in sight. You know what this means, right? he asked. You're at my mercy. He grinned and she sighed. One hundred thousand sperm and he'd been the fastest. -Chloe about Todd

He flashed her a smile, and holy mother of God, it was wickedly sexy.

I need his address. Sean went brows up. His address. Yes, please. You going to show him a good time? he asked. Because darlin', he sure could use it. I'm on it, she said and then realized what he'd meant, which was not what she'd meant. Wait, that's not-- Oh, it's way too late, Sean said, laughing his ass off.

Mallory asked sympathetically, reaching for the syrup, her engagement ring catching the light. Amy shielded her eyes. Jeez, Mallory, stop waving that thing around—you're going to blind us. Couldn't Ty have found one smaller than a third world country? Or less sparkyly?

She's drunk dialing contractors. Someone should stop her.

Is there anyone there with you? she asked. He turned his phone so she could see that he was in his bedroom at Vallejo Street, alone except for Pita sleeping on his pillow. I thought she wasn't allowed on your pillow. She's not, he said. But apparently she's the ruler and I'm just her bitch.

The good news is your head's still attached to your shoulders," Cole said. "And the bad news?" Tanner asked. "The hit doesn't appear to have knocked any sense into you.

And speaking of footwear, yours are on the wrong feet." Keller looked down at his shoes and scratched his head before tipping his head up again. "But I don't have any other feet," he finally said.

It's just tea, you weirdo. And I could totally survive without it if I needed to." She paused. "I just can't guarantee anyone else's safety.

The more you weigh, the harder you are to kidnap. Stay safe. Eat muffins.

Are you okay? Fan-fricking-tastic. Only way today could get better is if I were scheduled for an appendectomy. Without drugs. In a third-world country.

Gee, this has been fun," he said. "But I have to go watch paint dry now.

He doesn't seem that nervous to me," Parker said. Oreo farted audibly. Zoe fanned the air. "See? Nervous." Parker laughed. "My guess would be he's eaten some of your cookies.

If overthinking burned calories, I'd be dead.

on a scale of mental breakdowns from Justin Bieber to Britney Spears, I think I'm about a Shia LaBeouf.

five minutes later she and Keane walked out to his truck. He set the cat carrier carefully in the backseat like maybe it was a ticking bomb but made her smile when he hesitated and then locked a seatbelt around it. When he caught her watching, he shrugged. She's just ornery enough to knock herself off the seat and die and then come back to haunt me, so I'm taking all necessary precautions.

My favorite exercise is a cross between a lunge and a crunch. I call it lunch.