Legal humor here. “No, we ain’t lookin’ for the Port Authority. Ha, ha, ha. We just want to sell a little wool. Is that such a crime?” “Move it, folks. My gals are tired of your big city lights.” “Damn it, I’m guessing this ain’t the Weehawken Ferry. Please tell me I’m wrong.” “Where’s the…
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Pseudo New Yorker
Legal humor here. “Hey, numbnuts. That thing don’t drive itself.” “That’s a ‘green machine’ how?” “You’re going to go to sleep and you’re going to wake up President? Walter, there’s a lot about you that I just don’t understand.” “Well, does your ‘big concept’ include getting off your big fat ass and driving that thing?”…
Pseudo New Yorker
Legal humor here. “Just keep ‘em coming, sis. Daddy knows when to quit.” “It’s not the coffee, dollface. It’s you.” “Sandra, I’ve been wanting to tell you this for awhile. I don’t come here for the coffee.” “We’re all sine waves, really. I just need damping more than most.” Yes, today was going to be…
Pseudo-New Yorker
Legal humor here. “Trust me, dude. You do not want to elect this guy President.” “Let’s just say that ‘Lost’ was not entirely fiction.” “We’re either going to be very, very rich or else we’ll end up as the set for one dynamite episode of ‘The Twilight Zone’.” “Those Cayman accounts are just pocket…
Pseudo New Yorker
Legal humor here. “We understand that you’re a man of mystery. We’d just prefer that you not be one in our bed.” “Well, Bill, I’d take one in the gut for you too. You know that.” “Neither of us has any idea concerning what happened to Doc Knows in the Fifth at Santa Anita. Now,…
Pseudo New Yorker
Legal humor here. “Wait’ll he hears my rebuttal. Then he’ll know he’s in Hell.” “He’s good, but he’s no John Scotus Erigina.” “Well, this really isn’t Heaven, per se. It’s his Heaven. We’re just living in it.” “I think they could at least give us chips.” “Life really isn’t eternal up here, but it sure…
Pseudo New Yorker
Legal humor here. “Now, if these don’t do the trick—well, if these don’t do the trick, I guess that’s that.” “That’s very true, Harrison. Intimations of mortality there be that speak as deeply to the soul as those of immortality. But you’re creeping the rest of my patients out.” “Welcome to ObamaCare, girlfriend.” “Yes, Billy,…
Pseudo-New Yorker
Legal humor here. The conclusion of “Survivor, Manhattan Edition” proved particularly gripping. “I hope I land on your mother, Jeremy. I want you to know that.” “I may be falling to the street, but you are falling into the hands of Satan.” “May I suggest that we postpone the group edit until such time as…
Pseudo-New Yorker
Legal humor here. “Jennifer, I thought you were the one who wanted to give up hydro-carbons.” “Well, if you don’t, you’re going to hurt their feelings.” “The Romans were not just a bunch of money-grubbing imperialists. Anyway, the Pines will give us a 30% discount if we show up in this thing.” “You can fertilize…
Pseudo-New Yorker. Pigs can talk! And humans too!
Well, they can. But mostly pigs. Because I guess it’s funnier. Legal humor here. “I’ll cover my genitals when you cover your mouth, honey. Your tonsils are uglier than my balls.” “Lady, you stop busting my chops. Your sign don’t say ‘Human Complaints.’ It says ‘Complaints.’” “Yeah, well it may be fine with Farmer Brown,…