Hardy Har Har Quotes

Hardy har har; dickhead. If you would have listened more closely you would have heard that was in fact, your precious commander doing all the screaming.

My phone buzzes, and I shut off YouTube so I can access my messages. Logan: Just found the perfect xmas present for you in Boston. A photo promptly appears, summoning a loud groan from my throat. The asshole sent me a pic of a novelty My Little Pony dildo. Damn thing is bright pink, with rainbow sparkles on the handle. Logan: And it’s rechargeable! U don’t have to buy batteries. THAT’S handy! Me: Hardy-har-har. You = comedian. Then I message Grace: Tell your BF to stop being mean to me. She texts back a smiley face. Traitor.

Tell me this isn't permanent" "No, you have to give me my weapon back at the end." Har-har, hardy-har-har. "I'm talking to Jim." "No, it's not," the angel answered from out of Veck's mouth. "I can get free as easily as I got in." "You sure about that?" "Nope." "Fabulous.

The agricultural and pastoral character of the people upon whom the town depended for its existence was shown by the class of objects displayed in the shop windows. Scythes, reap-hooks, sheep-shears, bill-hooks, spades, mattocks, and hoes at the iron-monger’s; bee-hives, butter-firkins, churns, milking stools and pails, hay-rakes, field-flagons, and seed-lips at the cooper’s; cart-ropes and plough-harness at the saddler’s; carts, wheel-barrows, and mill-gear at the wheelwright’s and machinist’s, horse-embrocations at the chemist’s; at the glover’s and leather-cutter’s, hedging-gloves, thatchers’ knee-caps, ploughmen’s leggings, villagers’ pattens and clogs.

Dr. Anderson returned with Sam’s discharge paperwork. “I had this made for you,” he said, handing her a card that had a hole punched in it. Nick busted up laughing when he saw what it said. GW E.R. Frequent Flier. “Hardy har har,” Sam said. “Have your laughs, Doc. I help keep you in business.” “That you do, my friend. That you do.

Frank said politely, “We came to ask about your car.” “Don’t drive those machines myself,” Mr. Nichols piped up. “I drove a team of horses and did some harness racing.” Mrs. Nichols interrupted proudly, “Boys, I drive the car.” “How do you like your Meteor Special?” Joe asked her. “Rides nice. And it’s fast. I love a speedy car!” Frank and Joe were amused by the couple, but did not smile. “Do a lot of driving?” Frank asked. “Well, shopping downtown, and to church.

Oh, so you like potatoes?” She rolls her eyes again. “Hardy har, farm boy.