Tim Vine is an English writer, actor, comedian and presenter, known for his quick-fire puns and his role on the BBC series Not Going Out. He is also rather hilarious. Here are 15 funny one-liners of his that made me chuckle.
Exit signs? They’re on the way out!
Black Beauty? Now there’s a dark horse!
Velcro? What a rip-off!
Crime in multi-storey car parks. That is wrong on so many different levels.
I saw this advert in a window that said: “Television for sale, £1, volume stuck on full.” I thought, “I can’t turn that down.”
I’ve just been on a once-in-a-lifetime holiday. I’ll tell you what, never again
Conjunctivitis.com – that’s a site for sore eyes
So I said to a Scottsman ‘did you have terrible spots as a kid?’ He said ‘ac ne’
The phone was ringing. I picked it up and said: “Who’s speaking please?” And a voice said: “You are.”
The advantage of easy origami is two-fold…
I went to the doctor. I said to him: “I’m frightened of lapels.” He said: “You’ve got cholera.”
I bought a train ticket and the driver said: “Eurostar.” I said: “Well I’ve been on telly but I’m no Dean Martin.”
Somebody actually complimented me on my driving today. They left a little note on the windscreen. It said “Parking Fine”. So that was nice.
I had a dream last night that I was cutting carrots with the Grim Reaper… dicing with death!
Beware of Alphabet Grenades; if you throw them, it could spell disaster
Christmas time is closing in. And in the spirit of this wonderful time of the year, I wanted to share with you one of my favourite Christmas songs!
I give to you ‘Don’t Shoot Me Santa” by The Killers
If you’re interested in the lyrics, they are (with thanks to azlyrics.com)
Oh Santa
I’ve been waiting on you
That’s funny kid
Because I’ve been coming for you
Oh Santa
I’ve been killing just for fun
Well the party’s over kid
Because I
Because I got a bullet in my gun
A bullet in your what?
Santa’s got a bullet in his gun
You know it, Santa’s got a bullet in his gun
Don’t shoot me Santa Claus
I’ve been a clean living boy
I promise you
Did every little thing you asked me to
I can’t believe the things I’m going through
Don’t shoot me Santa Claus
Well no one else around believes me
But the children on the block they tease me
I couldn’t let them off that easy
Oh Santa
It’s been a real hard year
There just ain’t no gettin’ around this
Life is hard
But look at me
I turned out alright
Hey Santa
Why don’t we talk
Believe me
This ain’t what I wanted
I love all you kids, you know that
Hell, I remember when you were just 10 years old
Playing out there in the desert
Just waiting for a sip of that sweet Mojave rain
In the sweet Mojave rain
The boy was on his own
Don’t shoot me Santa Claus
I’ve been a clean living boy
I promise you
Did every little thing you asked me to
I can’t believe the things I’m going through
Don’t Shoot me Santa Claus
Well no one else around believes me
But the children on the block they tease me
I couldn’t let them off that easy
They had it coming
So why can’t you see?
I couldn’t turn my cheek no longer
The sun is going down and Christmas is near
Just look the other way and I’ll disappear forever
Woo!
Don’t shoot me Santa Claus
Well no one else around believes me
But the children on the street they tease me
I couldn’t let them off that easy
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