Quotes About Ho

You've got a man-beast, and a ho-beast.

From the Valley of the Jolly . . . Ho! Ho! Ho! . . . Green Giant.

Oh, gods, you're mated! I really hope it's to Aimee. (Bride) Thankfully so. Otherwise I'd have had to kill me some ho and then beat Fang senseless. (Aimee)

What, warder, ho! the man that can blow so complacent a blast as that, probably blows it from a castle.

It feels great to be a part of 'Wajah Tum Ho.' I am super excited, this will be my first Hindi project where I play the lead.

What is red, white and black all over and says "Ho! Ho!"? Santa Claus after he has came down the chimney.

The maybe-groupie put her hands in the air. She wore, God help her, a T-shirt that read, "Ten-A-Fly's Main Ho!" Pops

Spider-Man Go web. Fly. Up, up, and away web. Shazam. Web it. Tally ho.

Dreizehn Mann saßen auf einem Sarg, Ho! Ho! Ho! - und ein Fass voller Rum. Sie soffen drei Tage, der Schnaps war stark, Ho! Ho! Ho! - und ein Fass voller Rum. Sie liebten das Meer und den Schnaps und das Gold. Ho! Ho! Ho! - und ein Fass voller Rum. Bis einst alle dreizehn der Teufel holt, Ho! Ho! Ho! - und ein Fass voller Rum.

AND NOW THERE REMAINS ONLY ONE FINAL QUESTION, he said. He raised his hands, and seemed to grow. Light flared in his eye sockets. When he spoke next, avalanches fell in the mountains. HAVE YOU BEEN NAUGHTY…OR NICE? HO. HO. HO.

Devyn: "But what can I say? I'm irresistible." Bride: "No, you're a ho, but the good news is I'm ok with that!

France turned a deaf ear to the demands, but Ho had succeeded in attracting great publicity in progressive French circles to the situation in Indochina.

Love? Sodding, bloody, tossing, bloody, sodding, bloody love? Irrelevant, superfluous, bloody, ruddy, rotten, sodding love? What ho? Wherefore? What the f*ck? Love?

We hump, werewolves in the jungle, sweating 3.2 beer, ready, willing, and able to grab wily Uncle Ho by his inscrutable balls and never let go. But our real enemy is the jungle. God made this jungle for Marines. God has a hard-on for Marines because we kill everything we see. No slack. He plays his games; we play ours. To show our appreciation for so much omnipotent attention we keep Heaven packed with fresh souls.

I swear, you're a crazy person. You go around up to your eyeballs in snakes and dead people and exploding beavers. It's just not normal. Even when I was a 'ho, my life wasn't that freaky.

Well, I will wear the bees, like Damon and Pythagoras – ho, a mere sixty thousand bees in the cabin don't signify, much.