“It’s a bit like the ideal home show, if your ideal home is one that’s just been blown up by a camera-guided six-kilogram fragmentation bomb.”
Lauren Laverne, on a Libyan arms sale
“It’s a bit like the ideal home show, if your ideal home is one that’s just been blown up by a camera-guided six-kilogram fragmentation bomb.”
Lauren Laverne, on a Libyan arms sale
“His contagious smile spreads like herpes!”
Via Twitter
“You’re like a fine wine. You should be kept in a cellar for years.”
Older-than-time joke
“I’m the Octomom of days pregnant with possibilities.”
Via Twitter
“We serve a hive mind, feeding the sucrose syrup of readership into the damp food pockets of our editor so that his young are nourished and soon to hatch.”
Unnamed writer for Cracked.com
I haven’t seen so many dirty snouts and slimy arseholes crammed into such a small space since I last looked inside a sausage.
Charlie Brooker, Newswipe, on politicians
“I’ve always said my baseball bat is a metaphor for the people. You can grab this handle and bring the people with you to Albany or you can leave it untouched and run the risk of having it wielded against you.”
Carl Paladino, November 2010 Concession Speech
“We had to get to the hospital right away. The baby was coming faster than Dale Earnhardt Jr. in a championship race.”
“We are unwilling to let this cabal of radicals pull the rug of freedom out from under us.”
Michele Bachmann, on Democrats
“You made your bed. Now you have to lie in it!”
“Did you just say, ‘mind bottling’?”
“No, I prefer to tap my brain directly. Draft mind always tastes fresher than bottled mind.”
“He was a tubby little chap who looked as if he had been poured into his clothes and had forgotten to say ‘when!'”
P.G. Wodehouse
“… A Justin Beiber fan insulting Rebecca Black is like someone gargling a mouthful of skunk piss having a go at the dog for letting one off.”
Charlie Brooker, defending Rebecca Black
“Families is where our nation finds hope, where wings take dream.”
George W. Bush
“They divorced after a lot of trying to squeeze a square peg into a round hole (and not hers).”
“The thunder was ominous-sounding, much like the sound of a thin sheet of metal being shaken backstage during the storm scene in a play.”
“…the purring sounded like the cooing of an angry dove.”
“These hemorrhoids are a real pain in the neck.”
“Her beautiful breasts were tipped with pencil-eraser nipples.”
“…leave this sleeping dog lie in the heat of the August afternoon and move onto the golden autumn of a new relationship.”
“I brought him a cupcake I’d made and frosted with his name.”
“AWWW, this is too sweet! I bet he loved your cupcakes.”
“He likes to help with the frosting.”
“He turned her on by pressing her love-button.”
“He stuck his sword in her scabbard.”
“You are a big rat and a snake with poisonous venom. Lots of luck to those who come here and slip in that!”