Superstar Funny Quotes

It's funny right, how you can ask one question and you get a piece of an answer and a million NEW questions.

Johnny,the super,stares forward.His new tangerine hair half blinds me above a purple,leopard print shirt.I swing the door wide.“Come in,Johnny.”He eyes Fenris.“I think I’ll stand here,if you don’t mind.Gobbledepoop.”“Yeah, okay.”I lift my purse from the kitchen counter and scrounge for my wallet.Handing Johnny a number of bills, I say, “This should square us, dude. I’ll be out tomorrow.” “Shame.” He flips through the money, his lips silently counting. “You pay on time, and you’re quiet.I like things serene and peaceful.”I glance at his flaming hair. “I can see that about you.

The love for this funny, intelligent, beautiful girl consumed me and made life worth living.

What’s so funny?” I asked under my breath. Before she could reply, Lucy shouted, “She wants to know if you’ve ever fucked on a boat before!” “That would be a no.” I declared as the laughter began to settle. Dakota squeezed my hand, pulling me inside, but not before throwing over her shoulder, “Don’t worry guys, I’ll make sure to ease in nice and slow! Lots of lube!” There were cheers behind us, and I could have sworn I heard Benji say, “I definitely like her.

Ted was a superstar of the dog food tasting industry. He brought dog food up to a standard that is equal to or better than dishes you’ll find in most 5 star restaurants. He was one of the biggest reasons why today’s dogs become so excited when dinner time comes around.

Course Excuse 24. The Superstars Excuse 25. The Scales Excuse 26. The Snail Police Excuse 27. The Dirty Hands Excuse 28. The Carrot Vision Excuse 29. The Genetics Excuse 30. The Cauliflower Excuse 31. The Veggie Coma Excuse 32. 32. The Haunted Excuse 33. The Cooking Instructions

Six months before the garden dedication, Lin-Manuel Miranda, the young composer I’d met at one of our first arts events, returned to the White House. His hip-hop riff on Alexander Hamilton had exploded into a Broadway sensation, and with it he’d become a global superstar. Hamilton was a musical celebration of America’s history and diversity, recasting our understanding of the roles minorities play in our national story, highlighting the importance of women who’d long been overshadowed by powerful men. I’d seen it off-Broadway and loved it so much that I went to see it again when it hit the big stage. It was catchy and funny, heart swelling and heartbreaking—the best piece of art in any form that I’d ever encountered.

Hey assholes,” I say, heading them off at the pass. “This is my date. Cleo. Go away.” “We aren’t going away,” Shane Miller, superstar actor with hair that stands up on its own, says. “Him, I’m Shane. So, you’re Elijah’s date?” He mumbles into his tumbler as he takes a sip of whiskey. “You know he has all twenty of his original fingers and toes, right?” “Oh yeah,” she says without missing a beat. “His digits are legit.” “Have you seen how his shoes fit his feet?” Nico Todd says, yawning. “Exactly the right size.” “Oh, is this a comedy bit?” Cleo is way too delighted, and I have no idea how she got that it’s a bit already. They aren’t that funny. They aren’t funny at all. … “I like how both of his eyes are on the front of his face,” she says as I take her hand and lead her away from those jackals.