Legal humor here. “Well, you must have done something to provoke him. Usually they’re quite timid.” “Okay, okay. I’ll take care of the invitations. Today!” “Let’s see you and your friends at the Heartland Institute laugh off this one!” “I meant, I hope I get my deposit back because this place will have such bad…
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Pseudo New Yorker
Legal humor here. “Yes, I hope they wash their probe thingees too. I hadn’t thought of that issue before. Thank you for bringing it to my attention, particularly at this time.” “Lose the high beams, you dumb schmuck! You’re right on top of me!” “I’m sorry, but I’m sick of their hard-luck stories. Do they…
Pseudo-New Yorker
Legal humor here. “Le divan, c’est moi, n’est-ce pas?” “Good! Kitty needs a new scratching post!” For a moment, Gerald became as one with the sofa, just before Eunice called the movers. “Ha! Fooled you! That’s the old remote. From now on, Gerald, we’ll be watching nothing but the Lifetime channel.” “Would it upset you…
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…
Pseudo-New Yorker
Legal humor here. “The same thing happened to me! I asked her to give me head, and then, shit, I don’t know, I guess I wasn’t paying attention.” “Yeah, I know they grow back, but, still, it’s embarrassing.” “The things you do for love, right?” “What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, my palpitating abdomen!…
Pseudo-New Yorker
Legal humor here. “He’s pretty playful, so watch your ass.” “LOVIN’ the Mojitos, Jerry. I mean, these are bitchin’!” “He doesn’t look herbivorous.” “So this is why you insisted on building an outdoor pool in Loch Ness.” “Who did your caulking job, Jerry?” “Yeah, I thought having a pool would be heaven, but after six…
Pseudo-New Yorker
Legal humor here. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. She isn’t wearing any underwear. Like I could give a shit. Let’s get on with it.” “Okay, Boopsie and Poopsie here, they want to get it on. So which one is which? That’s all I gotta know. Just tell me, okay, and then we’re home free.” “Now, it seems…
Pseudo-New Yorker
Legal humor here. “Yeah, I look goatish. But, you know, I don’t feel goatish.” “Horns are a symbol of virility. But only to other goats.” “Yeah, there are days when I would just like to butt someone, really hard. But apparently that would be illegal.” “I think I look a lot like Hell Boy. But…
If centipedes could talk ….
I don’t know if we’d bother to listen. Yeah, that’s a centipede on the table and a duck in the sauce pan. Or is it a swan? Bauhaus Ben, the Pennsylvania puzzler, whose work is rarely confused with Andrew Wyeth, comes up with this kitchen group, where it’s so quiet you can hear the myriapods…
Pseudo-New Yorker
Legal humor here. “Very pretty! But can it fly?” “You tell him you’re a Guinea Hen. I’ll take my chances.” “Pretty tails hatch no eggs, Helen. Pretty tails hatch no eggs.” “After three drinks they all look pretty to me.” “He’s kind of a one-trick pony, if you know what I mean.” “Well, you ought…