Quotes About Humor

Anyone ever tell you that you look like an orange in that jumpsuit? Auntie Lenore? More like Auntie Clementine.

Bug?" Jenks shouted, incensed. "You sack of sweat stink. I've got farts that smell sweeter than you. Think you're better than me? Poop ice cream cones, do you?

All right, all right! Don't lose your panties. No, wait. You don't have any, do you?

I reached to push my hair out of my eyes, finding someone had tied a knot it in. My face screwed up in anger as I realized it was a HAPA knot. Real funny.

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Jenks made a face as he levered himself up on the sill. "Much as I enjoy this horrific outpouring of estrogen, I'm going to go say good-bye to my wife. Let me know when you're ready. I'll be in the garden—probably next to the stink weed.

Oh yeah. A cookie. That would make everything better. Dunked in a shot of tequila, maybe? Or better yet, just the bottle? Yeah, that ought to do it.

Rachel's witchcraft is whiter than her ass.

My name is Rachel Morgan," Al said, mimicking my voice perfectly. "I like black panties, action movies, and being on top.

Just tape my ass shut and let me fart out my mouth.

To the guy who finishes my sentences and gets my jokes. Even the lame ones.

Son of a beaver biscuit…

Pulse fast, I headed for the hall, a gallon of salsa on my hip, a tomato in my hand, and a pixy on my shoulder. Yeah, we bad.

Yes, well, it's not like I want to marry you," he said.

Five trolls in dra-a-a-a-ag," the four-inch man sang from my shoulder. "Four purple condoms, three French ticklers, two horny vamps, and a succubus in the snow.

giving him a painful bunny-eared kiss-kiss

The woman could stomp like an elephant,' [...] 'Quen threatened to smack her.' 'Yes, thrash her,' Al said, slumping back against the wall. 'But she always had my coffee and toast to distract me.' His expression became serious. 'You cannot thrash the person who makes you coffee. It's a rule somewhere.

Tagged by a whiny little vamp," he said, gesturing. "Rache, take this sword and stick it in me. Just go and stick it in me. I'm a back-drafted, crumpled-winged, dust-caked, dew-assed excuse of a backup. Worthless as a pixy condom. Taken down by my own partner. Just tape my ass shut and let me fart out my mouth.

God must have had a sense of humor to create us.

Sure, we could have big trucks too. We could have a monster truck pull right on the White House lawn." "Monster truck." Joe smiled at the phrase.

Cinnamon, raw sienna, Persian orange, sunburn, camel, rust brown, Sahara, chrome orange…they began to laugh. Nothing was quite right. "We'll call it Martian orange," Maya decided.

Only a stupid person would say that. Well, and yet I've just said it. Yes.

Well, I may be a boar, but I am never boring.

The brain is a funny animal," he muttered