Quotes About Humor

Yolk grinned. "If there's one thing I'm good at, it's doing things badly.

Perhaps that was all he had to live on for the next couple of months. Jezal planned to take that money away from him and waste it all on women and drink. He had to stop himself giggling at the thought.

Funny," said the Nail, back in his floppy slouch already. "Barbs don't sting so much from a man you can slap whenever you please.

Northmen kept him close. He liked to think he was looked on as some noble mixture of bodyguard, advisor and mentor. In truth, the role probably tended more towards jester. But what can you do but play the role you're given?

He was also becoming aware of an unpleasant smell. Damn it. I've shit myself again.

Called to be a writer, but not a minister, Twain depicted his work as an author in theological terms, humorously describing himself as preacher, prophet, and even saint. Twain's work frequently reminds one of the Menippean satirist, who drew on traditional genres for their burlesques and "ostensibly improvised sermons," as Gilbert Highest notes, even while developing their own views in response to their opponents.

I was kind of secretly hoping one of my kids would go out and make a million bucks. So when they put me in a home, at least I'll have a window with a view.

Children think sex is funny

I don't care if they call me "baldie" or "chrome dome." God took an eraser and brushed my head clean. I'd rather be bald on top than bald inside.

Dali had a good sense of humor - obviously you could tell just looking at him he was funny.

I liked AC/DC," Lee said. "If you were going to shoot someone, you'd really want to do it while you were listening to them." "What about the Beatles? Did you feel like shooting anyone listening to them?" Lee considered seriously for a moment, then said, "Myself." At the same time he was laughing, Ig was distressed. Not liking the Beatles was almost as bad as not knowing about them at all.

And he paddled away in his douche canoe.

Blessed are they that mourn, for they shall be kicked in the nuts as soon as they try to get back up. That wasn't in the Bible, but maybe it should've been.

Bing," Manx said, "I thought I told you to put Mr. and Mrs. de Zoet in the spare room!" "Well," Bing said, "they aren't hurting anyone." "No. Of course they're not hurting anyone. They're dead! But that's no reason to have them underfoot either!

That's it? 'Damn, it smells like the fishsticks are burning and don't do that with your head, Bode?' What the fuck?

was once a young lady from Yale,'" said the Gasmask Man. "'Who had verses tattooed on her tail. And on her behind, for the sake of the blind, a duplicate version in braille.

Harper had had enough of the porcupine and enough of the drainage pipe. She scooped the stick right under his rear end and shoved him along ahead of her. She felt this had the makings of a new Olympic sport: porcupine curling. The

Goddamn bloody arsefoam. Daddy drilling Mommy on the kitchen table.

You been, like, sitting out here for a while," he said. "Do you want me to bring you a blanket or a dead tauntaun or something?

It's a bigger pain in the ass than rectal cancer.

He did not hate his wife, but felt for her the kind of affection a man usually reserves for an excitable puppy. Her immediate acceptance of his every opinion and observation was both disheartening and a little hilarious to him. There was not a single criticism he could offer that she would not immediately accept as true. He made a game out of it.

Suck my twinkie,asshole.

I'll be a candle right up your ass, you don't keep waddling, fat boy

And he paddled away in his douche canoe," Bilbo said.