Lines from JD Robb's "IN DEATH" series that always make me laugh
If somebody’s a witch, why do they put up with cold tits?
I’m a bitch, and twenty-four hours ago, my tits were plenty warm.
Dolls are like small dead people. I have enough dead people, thanks.
Does the penis ever just think, "For God's sake pal, give it a rest?" Or is it all, "Woo-who!! Here we go again!"
We'll think fondly of you over beer, me and my penis.
______ apologized to me. Something must be done.
Didn't people consider what could happen if armies of farm animals united in revolt?
Drop the fucking weapon, you fucking motherfucker or I'll fucking scramble your fucking brains.
Sometimes I wonder if you want me only for my coffee.
You know, I'm only marrying you for sex and food.
Why would I kill someone I don't know, when I know so many people who irritate me, and haven't killed any of them?
He called me a twat. How come you get to be a bitch, but I only get to be a twat?
I'm a barrel of monkeys, kid, though mostly I figure monkeys stuck in a barrel are just going to be pissed off.
I see no reason for the existence of oatmeal, particularly in cookies.
If you ended up naked and dead with _____, I'd do the rumba on your corpse.
A bachelor's party is not a Viking invasion.
You've been drugged, slapped, tied up naked, and nearly killed, but a rose on your butt humiliates you?
I'd rather lie bare-assed naked on the sidewalk and be trampled by tourists from South Dakota than be an accountant.
I hate patience. Slows everything down.
What kind of a maniac needed over five thousand plates?
How do you walk with that stick up your ass? Does it hurt, or does it give you a nice little rush?
If God's going to make little weasels like _____, she's going to have to listen to complaints.
The worst, the very worst requirement of friendship, was sitting through an entire evening of childbirth classes.
If somebody doesn't call me a bitch once a day, I figure I'm not doing my job.
That’s a ‘Fuck Me’ car and you know it.
I don't believe I've ever seen your butt move quite that way.
If you tell me I'm sensible in addition to normal and wise, I'm going to punch you in the stomach.
Why do they call it rush hour when it lasts days and nobody can rush anywhere?
You know how I love being referred to as your fancy piece.
Sometimes you're my love muffin.











