Asinine

The new regulation banning sleeveless tops in yearbook photos is pretty asinine, if you ask me.

That's asinine.

Tom's behavior this evening has been asinine.

That was an asinine remark.

Tom usually doesn't say such asinine things.

They danced on silently, softly. Their feet played tricks to the beat of the tireless measure, that exquisitely asinine blare which is England's punishment for having lost America.

“Look at this festive assembly. All of us, gathered here together, chuckling at jokes and silliness.” [laughter] “And jackanapery.” [rim shots] “I guess there's only one thing left to say. What is this shit?” [rim shot] [laughter] “[laughs] Very good.” “You call yourselves vampires? Bah. This entire evening has been nothing but a pageant of insipid nonsense.” “[laughing] Yes.” “Worshipping at the altar of your own mediocre frivolity. A jester's hollow dance. And who is laughing?” “Yeah! [whoops] [grunts]” “Vampires are supposed to have blood orgies and slaughter circles. Gah! You have all gone soft. You even invited humans to this asinine affair.”

Philo Vance is an asinine jerk - a rude, Nietzschean snob who holds most of the people he meets and the things he sees in utter disdain. He's an insufferable smarty-pants, always convinced he's right and that everyone else is wrong. Of course, he is right, but that doesn't make him any less of a jerk.

Don Quixote had put himself but a little way ayont the village of Don Diego, when he encountered two apparent priests, or students, and two husbandmen, who came mounted on four asinine beasts.