Pseudo-New Yorker

Legal humor here.

“Gay enough for you, girlfriend?”

“‘Them bones, them bones, them dry bones’ playing on hidden speakers? I don’t fucking think so.”

“We really had no choice. The terms of Mr. Blackwell’s behest were extremely specific.”

“Yeah, but if Glee does get cancelled, we’re totally screwed.”

“I thought it was the Allosaurus that carried a derby.”

“So the Saurophaganax says ‘I give up. Why did the velociraptor cross the road?’ That’s as far as I’ve gotten.”

“They would lull their victims to sleep with a soft-shoe version of ‘Down By The Old Mill Stream’ and then rip them to pieces.”

“Yes, my undergraduate major was Theatre Arts. How did you guess?”

“So that whole 5th Avenue/10th Avenue thing goes back 80 million years, huh? I’m surprised.”

“The little one looks like he’s begging for a cigar.”

“It wasn’t a comet that killed them, it was the Tube.”