Legal humor here. “We can fly. We just don’t like to.” “I just want to make sure that you guys really migrate.” “You guys know where you’re going, right?” “I’m not really flying, per se. It’s more like advanced gliding.” “Yeah? Well, maybe you shouldn’t have gotten in my pond.” “Oh, I can hold formation….
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Pseudo-New Yorker
Ham sandwich or notebook? I can deal with the ambiguity. Can you? Legal humor here. “Sorry, dude, but you climb the Mountain of Mental Health on your back! So stop walking and start talking! I’m listening!” “Ready for some couch time, hotshot? Twenty bucks says I’m right!” “Thanks for meeting me half way on this…
Pseudo-New Yorker
Legal humor here. “Okay, how about arm-wrestling? Perhaps that would assuage your skepticism.” “Because when I fly cross-country I get covered with bird shit. Unromantic, I know, but it’s the truth.” “No, I’m not afraid of the FAA, girlfriend, and I’m also not afraid of you.” “I don’t have to put up with your damn-fool…
Pseudo-New Yorker
Legal humor here. “I’ve got to hand it to you, Eddie. You’re a fucking genius.” “Shit! Do you remember when we used to eat logs? It’s been a hell of a century, I’ll say that.” “You know what would taste good right now? A hubcap.” “Yeah, four’s my limit. Lucky for us the kid will…
Pseudo New Yorker
Legal humor here. “OK. We’re not going to end up like those people in “Lost.” Do you have any expectations beyond that?” “‘Meet the new guard, same as the old guard.’ That’s getting a little old.” “I think it’s a vast improvement. Remember the weekends? It used to be hell.” “I don’t mind bribing him…
Pseudo New Yorker
Legal humor here. “Wow. This one takes me back. ‘New boy in town,’ that pretty much says it. Lots of hair, not many inhibitions.” “Okay, this is from my first race for citywide comptroller. Obviously, I had found my voice. I never looked back, and neither have the voters.” “New York, 1998, Givenchy….
Pseudo New Yorker
Legal humor here. “The Story of Your Life, fine. The Story of Our Life, not so good.” “Well, for one thing, it’s totally not going to fit on the shelf.” “Jeffrey, if you’re writing about me, I can tell you right now I’ll be editing that thing with a scythe.” “It’s your fucking book…
Pseudo New Yorker
Legal humor here. “I’m not luggage, damnit! I’m a human washing machine! It’s totally different, so back off!” “I know I’m supposed to be in the luggage compartment, but they made me buy a ticket and I’m damn well going to use it!” “You don’t have to worry about me, amigo! I float!” “Well, this…
Pseudo New Yorker
Legal humor here. “Faster? Faster? Dude, you’re talking to a damn hobby horse.” “I don’t want to wear a ribbon. The whole thing is too faggy already.” “Don’t look at me, dude. Look at those stands. This isn’t working.” “Where’s the fucking Humane Society? Where’s the fucking ASPCA? Where’s fucking PETA? Those assholes are all…
Pseudo New Yorker
Legal humor here. “This is a very Cro-Magnon ambience.” “No, I’m not hinting. But I guess I am suggesting.” “He says he loves Grey Goose, as long as it comes in a bottle.” “Polygamy, polyandry. Aren’t these just words?” “But whenever I need a mammoth killed, I’ll definitely be thinking of you.” “Apparently, there’s a…