Quotes About Humor

I haven't," I said shortly. "But I've the sense I was born with, and two ears in good working order. And whatever 'King George's health' may be in Gaelic, I doubt very much that it sounds like 'Bragh Stuart.' " He tossed back his head and laughed. "That it doesna," he agreed. "I'd tell ye the proper Gaelic for your liege lord and ruler, but it isna a word suitable for the lips of a lady, Sassenach or no.

Turd-eating son of a flying tortoise

Beans, beans, they're good for your heart," I said cheerily, seizing the opening. "The more you eat, the more you fart. The more you fart, the better you feel—so let's have beans for every meal!

He was generally aware that he had been blessed in her beauty; even in her usual homespun, knee-deep in mud from her garden, or stained and fierce with the blood of her calling, the curve of her bones spoke to his own marrow, and those whisky eyes could make him drunk with a glance. Besides, the mad collieshangie of her hair made him laugh.

Ye ken how to pick a good lass, MacKenzie? Start at the bottom and work your way up!

I waved pleasantly after him, thinking how much I should enjoy sticking a fork into him, when the time came.

Gave me terrible cramps, and I had wind for days.

Well, my mother told me I'd be some lassie's choice one fine day." He reached down a hand and helped me up. "I told her," he continued, "that I thought it was the man's part to choose." "And what did she say to that?" I asked. "She rolled her eyes and said 'You'll find out, my fine wee cockerel, you'll find out.' " He laughed. "And so I have.

I'll leave it to you, Sassenach," he said dryly, "to imagine what it feels like to arrive unexpectedly in the midst of a brothel, in possession of a verra large sausage.

Mmphm," he said. "Hell of a choice, there. A stick up the cock, or a finger up the backside, eh?

And here I thought I married you because ye had a fair face and a fine fat arse. To think you've a brain as well!

I hadn't spent so much time in bemused contemplation of a penis since I was sixteen or so, and here I was, preoccupied with three of the things.

Wat's tes-tees?" inquired a small voice. Jemmy had abandoned his rocks and was looking up at me in profound interest. "Er Ã¢â'¬Â¦Ã¢â'¬Â I said. I glanced round the room in search of aid. "That's Latin for your balls, lad," Roger said gravely, suppressing a grin.

Oh God. It isn't Wednesday, is it, Hardy?" he pleaded, ascending the steps toward the footman, who smiled at sight of him, bowing as he opened the door. Yes, my lord. Has been all day, I'm afraid

as usual in such matters, God's sense of humor trumped all imagination.

If I'm goin' to lie on my face wi' my buttocks bared, I want the lass under me, not behind me wi' a hatpin!

Pointing out the emotion in a scene is like laughing at your own jokes.

Oh, they call me Rab the Ranter, and the lassies all go daft, When I blow up my chanter.

How old was Jem when he finally learned to tell jokes? You remember how he got the form of jokes but didn't really understand the idea of content?" "What's the difference between a Ã¢â'¬Â¦ a Ã¢â'¬Â¦ a button and a sock?" she mimicked, catching Jem's breathless excitement to a T. "A Ã¢â'¬Â¦ BUFFALO! HAHAHAHAHA!

I relaxed my grip on the knife; she could hardly attack me with a lapful of goat.

I canna think why the good Lord should waste hair like that on a man.

Boxing the Jesuit?" Stephan nudged Grey with an elbow, and raised thick blond brows in puzzlement. "Cockroaches? What does this mean, please?" "Ahhh…" Having no notion of the German equivalent of this expression, Grey resorted to a briefly graphic gesture with one hand, looking over his shoulder to be sure that none of the women was watching. "Oh!" Von Namtzen looked mildly startled, but then grinned widely. "I see, yes, very good!

do feel free to call upon me. My discretion may be relied upon, I do assure you." He bowed quaintly from his saddle. "To the same extent as your loyalty to Colum MacKenzie?" I said, arching my brows. The small brown eyes met mine full on, and I saw both the cleverness and the humor that lurked in their faded depths. "Ah, weel," he said, without apology. "Worth a try.

No entiendo que la gente no se dé cuenta de que Dios tiene un travieso sentido del humor