I suppose you could say it's good for a giggle.

The humor is more tame but it's good for a giggle.

Because London doesn't grab you just for a giggle.

He had the look about him of the kind of fool who'd do anything for a giggle.

He paused, waiting for a giggle, but none came.

Okay for a giggle with a few drinks aboard.

She stirred her tea again, listening for a giggle.

Haha wow I should get one for a giggle!

They'd hate that, did it for a giggle.

Then there's Victoria's Secret, maybe more for a giggle than for an order.

Linda thought that good for a giggle.

"It'll be good for a giggle, as Charlie says," she concluded, with a look which on a lesser woman could have been called coy.

Just for a giggle she kept blackening it up to make it look worse."

She listened for a giggle, or the scuffle of feet creeping away, but she heard nothing.

A lone militiaman in uniform, too far gone to be on duty unless someone had slipped him a mickey for a giggle.

The English menu is good for a giggle - anyone for 'vegetarian shrimp in bamboo underwear'?

'It's all right cooking up a caper in theory, just for a giggle, but it's nice when you can try it out.'

Might be good for a giggle or two, she decided as she adjusted her sun-warmed limbs against the cushions and took another sip of the nectar.

His tone was under a lot of control: I'd told him the mission was blown and he knew I wouldn't say a thing like that for a giggle.

Still fools like Morner, Monckton and Lawson are good for a giggle and now so is Fraser Nelson.

With a sly wit and a handful of evocative characters, Lauren Child takes the familiar "once upon a time" story, shakes it and then spins it for a giggle.

This is all very amusing, Paul, writing critics little billets-doux in one's head is always good for a giggle, but you really ought to find yourself a pot and get it boiling, don't you think?

They weren't too satisfied, but then I didn't see how they could be, because passport photos are only ever good for a giggle and the one their network was circulating in Hong Kong was grainy.

Jonathan Demme did the same thing for a giggle in "Something Wild"; on some level, this is an adventure for John, but Mr. Tabak's narrative is far less playful and more pointedly existential.

The mystery begins on a train ride when Elspeth McGillicuddy (the names are typically good for a giggle), going to visit her friend Miss Marple, looks out the window and sees a woman being murdered in a train running on a parallel track.