#hum

[Ranger] "How's your mental health?" he asked. "I heard about Soder." [Stephanie] "I'm rattled." "I have a cure." Oh, boy. He put the truck in gear and headed for the exit. "I know what you're thinking," he said. "And that wasn't where I was going. I was going to suggest work." "I knew that." He looked over at me and grinned. "You want me bad." I did. God help me. ↗

— Janet Evanovich

#ranger #romance #humor

She filed the image away as an excellent and insulting question to ask the earl at an utterly inappropriate future moment. ↗

— Gail Carriger

#insult-to-a-werewolf #humor

Who shall I shoot? You choose. Now, listen very carefully: where's your coffee? You've got coffee, haven't you? C'mon, everyone's got coffee! Spill the beans! ↗

— Terry Pratchett

#coffee #humor #humor

I try to make my comments like a woman's skirt: long enough to be respectable and short enough to be interesting. ↗

— Adam Clayton Powell

#guide #how-to #humor #men #women

Bring it, Darth Bathrobe! ↗

— Jim Butcher

#harry-dresden #humor #humor

Why couldn't the merciful God turn down the sunlight so it wasn't blasting like a red furnace against his aching eyes? Because he'd worshipped the god of beer, thats why. He'd broken a commandment and worshipped the false and foamy god of beer. And now he was being punished. ↗

— Nora Roberts

#humor

This is the sixty-nine," I told him, presenting the magazine in front of him. I put my fingers -- two of them -- on the action, so that he would not overlook it. "Why is it dubbed sixty-nine?" he asked, because he is a person hot on fire with curiosity. "It was invented in 1969. My friend Gregory knows a friend of the nephew of the inventor." "What did people do before 1969?" "Merely blowjobs and masticating box, but never in chorus. ↗

— Jonathan Safran Foer

#humorous #sex #humor

I’m beginning to sense a theme,” Mircea said, tossing his suit coat over a buckskin-covered chair. A moose head with huge, outspread antlers loomed over it, its bright glass eyes looking oddly lifelike in the low light. Mircea took in the room, his expression slightly repulsed yet fascinated. “I believe there is only one thing to say at this point.” What’s that?” Yee haw,” he said gravely, and took me down like a rodeo calf. ↗

— Karen Chance

#cassie #humor #mircea #humor

A good friend will help you plant your tulips. A great friend will help you plant a gun on the unarmed intruder you just shot. ↗

— Brian P. Cleary

#humor #humor

I have never read The Joy of Crap. Sounds disgusting. I have, however, read The Joy of Sex. Not in a while, but I think it's one of those classics you can come back to again... and again. ↗

— Michelle Hodkin

#humor