#wordplay

It was not that he was feckless, more that he had simply not been around the day they handed out feck. ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#humorous #wordplay #humor

I'm just like any other person you can meet and greet on the street and like or not like. I'm not Holden or Humbert. You can really touch me! If you don't believe me, come to Aristod right now. Come hold and hump me! ↗

— Brian Celio

#humbert #humor #salinger #wordplay #humor

Committee - a group of men who keep minutes and waste hours. ↗

— Milton Berle

#wordplay #men

The oppressed grows weightless: doze/n th/rough c/and/or man/aged leg/ions stud/ents ↗

— A.R. Ammons

#age

The Bibbidi Bobbidi Beautiful boutique, the name filled me with dread. ↗

— Jessica Fortunato

#sarcasm #wordplay #work #beauty

What a funny watch!’ she remarked. ‘It tells the day of the month, and doesn’t tell what o’clock it is!’ ‘Why should it?’ muttered the Hatter. ‘Does YOUR watch tell you what year it is?’ ‘Of course not,’ Alice replied very readily: ‘but that’s because it stays the same year for such a long time together.’ ‘Which is just the case with MINE,’ said the Hatter. ↗

— Lewis Carroll

#funny

I think a man's "wordplay" can be so fucking sexy!!! I love a good mind fuck!! ↗

— Junnita Jackson

#humor #intelligence #sex #sexy #wordplay

This wasn't just plain terrible, this was fancy terrible. This was terrible with raisins in it. ↗

— Dorothy Parker

#fancy #raisins #terrible #wordplay #bad

Now me,” said Mr. Vandemar. “What number am I thinking of?” “I beg your pardon?” “What number am I thinking of?” repeated Mr. Vandemar. “It’s between one and a lot,” he added, helpfully. ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#wordplay #funny

Noses run. Feet smell. ↗

— Teresa Monachino

#funny #teresa-monahcino #wordplay #words-fail-me #funny