Quotes About Humor

You can't stop people from morphing the truth. It's human nature. I blow-dry my hair, put on make-up, wear high-heels. I've laughed at jokes told by men who simply weren't that funny. We create an outer identify to hide our innate vulnerability. But even deeper, it springs from the most primal desire we harbour.

Number of empty Ben & Jerry's containers: 3 -- two mint chocolate cookie, one plain vanilla. (Who buys plain vanilla ice cream from Ben & Jerry's, anyway? Is there a greater waste?)

Ooh..I want one" - Bex They're not puppies." -Cammie

And there's a cop over there." "What?" the boy said, glancing at the D.C. police officer that stood at the corner of the street, "You think that guy can do a better job protecting you than I can?" Actually, I thought Liz could have done a better job "protecting" me than he could, but instead I said, "No, I think if you don't leave me alone, I can scream and that cop will arrest you." Somehow the boy seemed to know it was a joke...

So... I take it that's the man in your life.

Oh.' I shot upright. 'I was in Mongolia.' Note to self: learn to be a less extreme liar.

Hey anyone who thinks a non-military–grade rappelling cable can support the weight of two grown men and a miniature donkey deserves to fall off a cliff.

I'm sure Uncle Eddie won't kill him. He'll probably just maim him a little." "No," Uncle Eddie said. "I won't." "Okay," Gabrielle said. "So he'll maim him a lot . But Hale can take it.

Oooh," Bex said throwing an arm around my shoulders. "I want one." Cammie: "They're not puppies.

So, your dad's hot." "Thanks. He was that way when I met him, so I can't really take credit.

Hamish smiled and rubbed his hands together. "Sure we can. What do you say? Pigs in a Blanket?" He leaned over the cool counter and raised his eyebrows at Gabrielle. "The only way I'll get under a blanket with you is if both of us are on fire," she told him.

Don't mind me," I said. "I'm just the person who tried to rob the place last July." "No, you diddn't," Abby said, appearing on the roof. She was wearing a trim suit and tall black boots. Her hair was pulled into a sleek ponytail at the nape of her neck, and either i was imagining things or Townsend wasn't quite as good a spy as I thought, because I could have sworn I saw him drool a little. Note to self: your aunt is a hottie.

That's a lovely piece," Kat said, pointing at a Louise XV armoire near the fireplace. The man raised his eyebrows. "Did you come to steal it?" "Darn it," Kat said with a snap of her fingers."I knew I should have brought my big purse.

Maggie threw her head back and laughed. 'So you're going to try...what? Birds of a Feather?' she quested. 'Of course not,' Kat said. 'Everyone knows the French government banned the importation of peacocks in 1987.

Do you want to hold it?' she asked, dangling the padded envelope in front of Hale with two fingers. 'No.' 'Do you want to touch it and kiss it and wear it around your neck?' 'Don't be silly,' he told her. 'Everyone knows green isn't my color.

To who?" Bex asked. " Rebecca !" her mother snapped. "Sorry." Bex shrugged. "To whom ," she corrected herself, even though I highly doubted that had been her mother's point.

They were both totally laughing, and he was twirling her, and her hair was flying around like she was in a shampoo commercial. Seriously. She could have sold conditioner to a bald man the way she looked out there.

But Logan had to laugh when he realized that he was the maiden in this scenario. And he didn't care one bit.

Well, technically, we'd be re-stealing them," he said dryly. "It's kind of like a double negative.

So do you come here often?" he asked in a slightly self-mocking way. I couldn't help myself—I smiled. "see, you don't even have to answer that, because I know all the trash cans in town, and while this is a very nice trash can, it doesn't look like the kind of trash can a girl like you would normally scavenge from." I opened my mouth to protest, but he went on. "Now, the trash cans on Seventh Street, those are some very nice trash cans.

Dear Logan, Someday I'm going to write a book: How to Not Die in Alaska -- A Girl's Guide to Fashionable Survival.

Hey," I said. How are you?" Liz moved from the end of my bed and Zach eased closer, carefully like I was still too fragile. "I'm pretty sure I'm supposed to be asking you that." He leaned down and kissed the top of my head. "Remind me to kill you later for going off like that." "It hurts when I laugh," I told him. "Good. Because I'm not joking.

I was trying to decide what to give you for Christmas." Slowly, Kat slipped closer. "Oh yeah?" "Yeah. I was thinking a jet. That way you could stop borrowing mine." "Jets are nice," Kat said. "I also like candy. And I need socks." "Okay." Hale gave her The Smile again "Jets. Candy. Socks. I'll make a note.

I seem to be at a disadvantage," she told him. "Don't feel bad." He grinned. "Most people are.