Pogo Stick Quotes

If he says jump, she doesn't even ask "How high?" She goes out and buys a pogo stick.

Holy Moses on a pogo stick!!

I wished I had put more cherries on that slice. The whole jar of cherries. I could watch him eat a whole jar of cherries. Jesus Christ on a pogo stick, what was happening to me?

Guys like him really shouldn’t be allowed on motorcycles. They should have to bounce around on pogo sticks, or better: Hippity Hops. And no hot guy should be allowed to have an English accent and drive a motorcycle. Not to mention wear the leather jacket or sport the cool shades. Hot guys should be forced into footie pajamas.

The senior wizard in a world of magic had the same prospects of long-term employment as a pogo stick tester in a minefield

My novel is sponsored by Tampax. It’s the story of three generations of women and spans three decades. That’s a lot of menstruation. So every time a character rides the cotton pogo stick—Voilà! Tampax.

Dipping a cockroach in ink and having it scamper around the page would have left more legible traces to the average reader.

In her experience every man thought he was a natural dancer, and every one thought he was good in bed. The truth was that most men only knew one dance step—usually the pogo—and between the sheets they were like a monkey in a nature film poking at an anthill with a stick.

...socialism had somehow made time more flexible. There were often situations when 1 PM and 5 PM were interchangeable.

Jesus H. Christ on a pogo stick, did that ship just fire a spread of torpedoes at us?

She nodded, and moved towards the door. “I’ll turn this top light out. Don’t stay up too long. Sure you’ve got everything you want?” “Sure, honey,” he said. “I’ve got everything now.” “Good night,” she said. She closed the door behind her. He lay for some time in the firelight thinking of Sharon and of Helen, of bright summer days and tall ships at Mystic, of Helen leaping on the Pogo stick on the swept sidewalk with the piles of snow on either hand, of this girl and her kindness. Presently he drifted into sleep, one hand upon the Pogo stick beside him.

She doesn’t drink when she’s driving. Best move I ever made, teaching her the basics of the internal combustion engine. Saved my life on a number of occasions.

Lord Vetinari, as supreme ruler of Ankh-Morpork, could in theory summon the Archchancellor of Unseen University to his presence and, indeed, have him executed if he failed to obey. On the other hand Mustrum Ridcully, as head of the college of wizards, had made it clear in polite but firm ways that he could turn him into a small amphibian and, indeed, start jumping around the room on a pogo stick.

Something about the countryside released the emotions that remained bottled in the city. Perhaps he wasn’t just sad for the plight of these friends, perhaps it was a global, all-encompassing sadness that included this whole country, and the hopelessness of life, and the fact that there would never really be peace in the world because man was intrinsically stupid.

Migrating moose on a pogo stick.

Tallest usable pogo stick

Motives are story mechanics, pillars of structural necessity. Without them, you’re fuckled, sideways…With a giant piranha covered pogo stick.

Parenthood is a walk in the park... A park full of scorpions that you can't leave without jumping through fiery hoop on a pogo stick.

Lube me up and make me slick. I want to take a ride on your pogo stick.” Sloane

His faded jeans sat low on his hips and he wore brown, lace-up boots. He also had on black reading glasses, and jumping Jesus on a pogo stick, he looked good.

The crucified figure had not been idle. A series of elaborate twists activated a cunning mechanism; the base of the cross blew apart, revealing a winding metal spring at the base. At the same time, there was a whir of machinery, a grinding sound of metal against metal, and a series of spindly steel tubes emerged from the head and arms of the cross; and as the jolly old elf grunted and arched his back, the giant laser-mounted pogo stick heaved into the air, leaving in its wake waves of devastation, and a merry, menacing cry of “Ho-ho-ho!

We rocked and jounced like an idiot on a pogo stick, or a mountain goat leaping across a drainage gulley, and finally got some paving under us again.

I wouldn’t have noticed a T-rex on a pogo stick.

Call a timeout. Call a timeout. For the love of sweet baby Jesus on a pogo stick, call a timeout.

Remind me to never tell you about my sex life again.” “Ha!” She laughed. “Honey, it’s not a life. It was a fart in a silent room. That’s why it made a big stink. Trust me, if you had my sex life, you wouldn’t still be thinking about this guy. You’d move on to another muscular pogo stick and be done.

Ms. Gleason kept us hopping on Tuesday. No, she didn't give us pogo sticks. But I learned so much that my head grew two hat sizes.

Since he didn't enjoy having things with so many teeth and claws trying to kill him, he summoned the first thing he could think of with his magic and tossed it at the mutants. Unfortunately for him, it was a pogo stick.

The senior wizard in a world of magic had the same prospects of long-term employment as a pogo stick tester in a minefield.

For me and Suzanne, it was supposed to go like this: We'd be the maids of honor at each other's weddings. Our husbands would be really different, of course, but they'd like each other a lot anyway. We'd have babies at the same time, take family beach trips to Jamaica, remain mildly critical of each other's parenting techniques, and be favorite fun aunties to each other's kids as they grew. I'd get her kids books for their birthdays; she'd get mine pogo sticks. We'd laugh and share secrets and roll our eyes at what we perceived as the other person's ridiculous idiosyncrasies, until one day we'd realize we were two old ladies who'd been best friends forever, flummoxed suddenly by where the time had gone. That, for me, was the world as it should be.

But not one sensible argument as to why unarmed women and children and old people posed a threat to the nation.

Evil, he had come to believe, was controllable as long as man had the strength of will to believe in himself.

Not that it would matter one way or another, since he fell for unwashed-ponytail-and-three-day-old-scrubs Jeyne. But still. Guys appreciate effort, even if they wouldn’t know fashion if it bounced past them naked on a pogo stick.

He just shook his head and let his smile grow bigger. There was something about her that made him feel like his heart was bouncing on a pogo stick.

Gold is for hoarders who expect to trade glittering bars for stale bread after a financial Armageddon. Or it’s for people trying to “time” gold’s movements by purchasing it on an upward bounce, with the hopes of selling before it drops. That’s not investing. It’s speculating. Gold has jumped up and down like an excited kid on a pogo stick for more than 200 years. But after inflation, it hasn’t gained any long-term elevation. I prefer the Tropical Beach approach: Buy assets that have proven to run circles around gold (rebalanced stock and bond indexes would do). Lay in a hammock on a tropical beach. Soak in the sun and patiently enjoy the long-term profits.

She introduced us to a strange pastime called jip-norring…She would carry a sort of pogo stick, dig it in the earth and then catapult herself all over the grounds. Hard to describe —it was a mixture of skipping and pole vaulting, and she insisted it got her places far sooner than other more normal modes of travel.