“I have never killed a man, but I have read many obituaries with great pleasure.”
– Clarence Darrow
“He has never been known to use a word that might send a reader to the dictionary.”
– William Faulkner (about Ernest Hemingway)
“Poor Faulkner. Does he really think big emotions come from big words?”
– Ernest Hemingway (about William Faulkner)
“Thank you for sending me a copy of your book; I’ll waste no time reading it.”
– Moses Hadas
“I could carve a man with more backbone out of a banana.”
– Teddy Roosevelt
“He can compress the most words into the smallest idea of any man I know.”
– Abraham Lincoln
“I’ve had a perfectly wonderful evening. But this wasn’t it.”
– Groucho Marx
“I am enclosing two tickets to the first night of my new play; bring a friend…. if you have one..”
– George Bernard Shaw to Winston Churchill
“Cannot possibly attend first night, will attend second… if there is one.”
– Winston Churchill, in response
“I feel so miserable without you; it’s almost like having you here.”
– Stephen Bishop
“He is a self-made man and worships his creator.”
– John Bright
“I’ve just learned about his illness. Let’s hope it’s nothing trivial.”
– Irvin S. Cobb
“He is not only dull himself, he is the cause of dullness in others.”
– Samuel Johnson
In days of old, this young sailor was about to sign up for a 6-month trip on a sailing ship. He asked the captain about sex life, since there would be no women on the ship.
“Don’ ye worry about it, lad. We’ll make sure your needs are taken care of.”
After about 2 weeks at sea, the lad had a bone that wouldn’t go away, so he went to ask the captain how to take care of it.
“Aye, lad, ‘ere’s ya key. Go open up the door under the ladder. In there you’ll find a barrel, take the bung out of the hole and insert your manhood. I think you’ll find this arrangement satisfactory.”
The lad went down, opened the door, removed the bung, inserted his prick and got his rocks off in record time. In fact, it was So good he asked for the key the next five nights in a row.
On the sixth night, the captain said, “Not tonight, laddie; it’s your turn in the barrel.”
A city slicker wanted to buy a farm. He found just what he was looking for. During an inspection of the property, however, he found a hive of bees.
He told the owner that he was deathly afraid of bees, and there was no way he could consider this piece of land.
The landowner assured him that the bees were completely harmless, but the buyer would have no part of it.
Finally, the landowner made an offer. The buyer would allow himself to be tied to a tree for an hour, nude, under the nest. So sure of the friendliness of his bees was the farmer that if ONE bee were to sting him, the farm would be his for free. The buyer thought it over and decided it was worth the risk.
An hour later, the farmer walked out to the tree and saw the poor guy slumped over in his bindings. Fearing the worst, he ran up to him and asked if he had been stung.
The city fella looked up and weakly said, “No… the bees never touched me – but doesn’t that calf have a mother!?!”
A CEO was scheduled to speak at an important convention so he asked one of his employees, Jenkins, to write him a tight, 20-minute speech. When the CEO returned from the big event, he was furious.
“What’s the idea in writing me an hour-long speech?” he demanded. “Half the audience walked out before I finished.”
Jenkins was baffled. “I wrote you a 20-minute speech,” he replied. “I also gave you the two extra copies you asked for.”
An evil Atheist explorer in the deepest Amazon suddenly finds himself surrounded by a bloodthirsty group of natives. Upon surveying the situation, he says quietly to himself “Oh God, I’m screwed!!!!!.”
There is a ray of light from heaven and a voice booms out: “No, you are NOT screwed. Pick up that stone at your feet and bash in the head of the chief standing in front of you.”
So the explorer picks up the stone and proceeds to bash the living heck out of the chief.
As he stands above the lifeless body, breathing heavily and surrounded by 100 natives with a look of shock on their faces, Gods voice booms out again: “Okay ….. NOW you’re screwed.”
Professor Santa called a plumber to his college. You know why ? …….. Just to check from where question paper was leaking!!