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A buck in the hand is worth two on the books.
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A carpenter's son doesn't have shoes.
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A dog under any other coat is still a dog.
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A hand in the bush is worth two anywhere else.
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A lot of these arguments are fetious.
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A lot of things are going to be bywashed.
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A lot of water has gone over the bridge since then.
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A problem swept under the table occasionally comes home to roost.
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A rocky road is easier to travel than a stone wall.
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A stop-gap measure is better than no gap at all.
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A whole hog is better than no hole at all.
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Abandon ship all you who enter here!
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After that, we'll break our gums on the computer.
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All the hills of beans in China don't matter.
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All the lemmings are coming home to roost.
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All the lemmings are going home to roost.
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All you have to do is fill in the missing blanks.
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An avalanche is nipping at their heels.
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An enigma is only as good as its bottom line.
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An ounce of prevention is better than pounding the table.
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And I take the blunt of it!
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Another day, a different dollar.
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Any kneecap of yours is a friend of mine.
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Any storm in a port.
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Anybody who marries her would stand out like a sore thumb.
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Anything he wants is a friend of mine.
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Are there any problems we haven't beat out to death?
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As long as somebody let the cat out of the bag, we might as well
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spell it correctly.
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At the end of every pot of gold, there's a rainbow.
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Before they made him they broke the mold.
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Beware a Trojan bearing a horse.
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Boulder dash!
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By a streak of coincidence, it really happened.
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By the time we unlock the bandages, he will have gone down the drain.
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Cheapness doesn't come free.
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Clean up or fly right.
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Clean up your own can of worms!
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Come down off your charlie horse.
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Conceptual things are in the eye of the beholder.
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Deep water runs still.
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Dig a hole and bury it.
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Dig yourself a hole and bury it.
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Do it now; don't dingle-dally over it.
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Do not fumble with a woman's logic.
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Does it joggle any bells?
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Don't bite the hand that stabs you in the back.
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Don't burn your bridges until you come to them.
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Don't cash in your chips until the shill is down.
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Don't cast a gander upon the water.
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Don't cast any dispersions.
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Don't cast doubts on troubled waters.
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Don't count your chickens until the barn door is closed.
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Don't criticize him for lack of inexperience.
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Don't cut off the limb you've got your neck strung out on.
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Don't do anything I wouldn't do standing up in a hammock.
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Don't eat with your mouth full.
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Don't get your eye out of joint.
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Don't jump off the gun.
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Don't jump off the handle.
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Don't jump on a ship that's going down in flames.
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Don't just stand there like a sitting duck.
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Don't lead them down the garden path and cut them off at the knees.
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Don't leave the nest that feeds you.
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Don't let the camels get their feet in the door.
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Don't look a gift horse in the face.
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Don't look a mixed bag in the mouth.
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Don't look at me in that tone of voice.
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Don't look for a gift in the horse's mouth.
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Don't make a molehill out of a can of beans.
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Don't make a tempest out of a teapot.
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Don't muddle the waters.
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Don't pull a panic button.
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Don't pull an enigma on me.
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Don't put all you irons on the fire in one pot.
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Don't rattle the boat.
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Don't rock the boat that feeds you.
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Don't roll up your nostrils at me.
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Don't stick your oar in muddy waters.
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Don't strike any bells while the fire is hot.
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Don't talk to me with your clothes on.
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Don't talk with your mouth open.
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Don't throw the baby out with the dishwasher.
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Don't throw the dog's blanket over the horse's nose.
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Don't twiddle your knee-caps at me!
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Don't upset the apple pie.
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Dot your t's and cross your i's.
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Drop the other foot, for Christ's sake!
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Each of us sleazes by at our own pace.
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Erase that indelibly from your memory.
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Every cloud has a blue horizon.
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Every rainbow has a silver lining.
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Everything is going all bananas.
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Everything is ipso facto.
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Everything is mutually intertangled.
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Everything's all ruffled over.
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Fade out in a blaze of glory.
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Feather your den with somebody else's nest.
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Fellow alumni run thicker than water.
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Fish or get off the pot!
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Float off into several individual conferees.
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For all intensive purposes, the act is over.
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From here on up, it's down hill all the way.
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Gander your eye at that!
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Gee, it must have fallen into one of my cracks.
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Get off the stick and do something.
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Get the hot poop right off the vine.
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Getting him to do anything is like pulling hen's teeth.
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Give him a project to get his teeth wet on.
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Give him a square shake.
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Give him an inch and he'll screw you.
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Give him enough rope and he will run away with it.
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Go fly your little red wagon somewhere else.
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Good grace is in the eye of the beholder.
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Good riddance aforethought.
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Half a loaf is better than two in the bush.
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Half a worm is better than none.
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Hands were made before feet.
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Have it prepared under my signature.
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Have more discretion in the face of valor.
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Have the seeds we've sown fallen on deaf ears?
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Have we been cast a strange eye at?
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Have we gone too fast too far?
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He has a dire need, actually it's half-dire, but he thinks
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it's double-dire.
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He may be the greatest piece of cheese that ever walked down
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the plank.
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He and his group are two different people.
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He came in on my own volition.
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He can't hack the other can of worms.
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He choked on his own craw.
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He deserves a well-rounded hand of applause.
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He didn't even bat an eyebrow.
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He didn't flinch an eyelid.
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He disappeared from nowhere.
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He doesn't have the brain to rub two nickels together.
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He doesn't know which side his head is buttered on.
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He drinks like a sieve.
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He flipped his cork.
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He gave me a blanket check.
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He got taken right through the nose.
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He got up on his highheels.
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He grates me the wrong way.
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He has a marvelous way of extruding you.
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He has a very weak indigestion.
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He has a wool of steel.
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He has feet of molasses.
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He has his ass on the wrong end of his head.
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He has his crutches around her throat.
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He has his foot in the pie.
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He has his neck out on a limb.
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He has his pot in too many pies.
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He has the character of navel lint.
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He has the courage of a second-story man.
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He hit the nose right on the head.
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He is as dishonest as the day is long.
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He just sat there like a bump on a wart.
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He keeps his ear to the vine.
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He knows which side his pocketbook is buttered on.
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He knows which side of his bread his goose is buttered on.
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He needs to get blown out of his water.
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He popped out of nowhere like a jack-in-the-bean-box.
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He pulled himself up on top of his own bootstraps.
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He rammed it down their ears.
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He reads memos with a fine tooth comb.
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He rules with an iron thumb.
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He said it thumb in cheek.
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He should be gracious for small favors.
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He smokes like a fish.
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He wants to get his nose wet in several areas.
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He was hoisted by a skyhook on his own petard!
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He was hoisted by his own canard.
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He was hung by his own bootstraps.
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He was left out on the lurch.
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He was putrified with fright.
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He wears his finger on his sleeve.
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He would forget his head if it weren't screwed up.
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Heads are rolling in the aisles.
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He'll get his neck in hot water.
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He'll grease any palm that will pat his ass.
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He's tossing symbols around like a percussionist in a John
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Philip Sousa band.
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He's a bulldog in a china shop.
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He's a child progeny.
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He's a fart off the old block.
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He's a lion in a den of Daniels.
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He's a little clog in a big wheel.
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He's a shirking violet.
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He's a wolf in sheep's underware.
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He's a young peeksqueek.
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He's as crazy as a bloody loon!
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He's as crazy as a fruitcake.
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He's as happy as a pig at high tide.
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He's as quick as an eyelash.
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He's bailing him out of the woods.
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He's been living off his laurels for years.
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He's being pruned for the job.
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He's being shifted from shuttle to cock.
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He's biting the shaft and getting the short end of the problem.
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He's breathing down my throat.
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He's casting a red herring on the face of the water.
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He's clam bait.
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He's cornered on all sides.
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He's faster than the naked eye.
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He's fuming at the seams.
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He's going to fall flat on his feet.
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He's got a rat's nest by the tail.
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He's got a tough axe to hoe.
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He's got four sheets in the wind.
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He's got his intentions crossed.
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He's got so much zap he can barely twitch.
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He's king bee.
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He's letting ground grow under his feet.
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He's like a wine glass in a storm.
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He's like sheep in a bullpen.
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He's lying through his britches.
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He's not breathing a muscle.
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He's off in a cloud of ``hearty heigh-ho Silver''.
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He's on the back of the pecking order.
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He's one of the world's greatest flamingo dancers.
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He's paying through the neck.
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He's procrastinating like a bandit.
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He's reached the crescent of his success.
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He's restoring order to chaos.
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He's running around like a bull with his head cut off.
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He's running around like a chicken with his ass cut off.
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He's running around with his chicken cut off.
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He's running from gamut to gamut.
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He's running off at the seams.
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He's salivating at the chops.
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He's seething at the teeth.
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He's sharp as a whip.
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He's singing a little off-keel.
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He's so far above me I can't reach his bootstraps.
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He's so mad he is spitting wooden nickels.
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He's somewhere down wind of the innuendo.
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He's spending a lot of brunt on the task.
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He's splitting up at the seams.
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He's the best programmer east of the Mason-Dixon line.
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He's the king of queens.
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He's the last straw on the camel's back to be called.
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He's too smart for his own bootstraps.
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He's up a creek with his paddles leaking.
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He's within eyeshot of shore.
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His eyeballs perked up.
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His feet have come home to roost.
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His foot is in his mouth up to his ear.
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His head's too big for his britches.
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His position is not commiserate with his abilities.
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History is just a repetition of the past.
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Hold your cool!
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How old is your 2-year old?
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I speak only with olive branches dripping from the corners
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of my mouth.
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I accept it with both barrels.
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I apologize on cringed knees.
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I came within a hair's breathe of it.
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I can do it with one eye tied behind me.
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I can remember everything; I have a pornographic mind.
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I can't hum a straight tune.
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I case my ground very well before I jump into it.
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I come to you on bended bootstrap.
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I contributed to the charity of my cause.
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I could count it on the fingers of one thumb.
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I could tell you stories that would curdle your hair.
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I did it sitting flat on my back.
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I don't always play with a full house of cards.
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I don't know which dagger to clothe it in.
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I don't like the feel of this ball of wax.
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I don't want to be the pie that upset the applecart.
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I don't want to cast a pall on the water.
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I don't want to start hurdling profanity.
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I don't want to stick my hand in the mouth that's feeding me.
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I don't want to throw a wrench in the ointment.
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I enjoy his smiling continence.
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I flew it by ear.
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I got you by the nap of your neck.
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I guess I'd better get my duff on the road.
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I guess I'm putting all my birds in one pie.
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I guess that muddled the waters.
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I had her by the nap of the neck.
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I had to make a split decision.
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I had to scratch in the back recesses of my memory.
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I had to throw in the white flag.
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I have a green thumb up to my elbow.
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I have a rot-gut feeling about that.
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I have feedback on both sides of the coin.
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I have my neck hung out on an open line.
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I have no personal bones to grind about it.
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I have people crawling out of my ears.
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I have post-naval drip.
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I have reasonably zero desire to do it.
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I have the self-discipline of a mouse.
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I have to get my guts up.
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I have too many cooks in the pot already.
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I haven't bitten off an easy nut.
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I haven't gotten the knack down yet.
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I hear the handwriting on the wall.
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I heard it out of the corner of my eyes.
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I just pulled those out of the seat of my pants.
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I keep stubbing my shins.
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I know what we have to do to get our feet off the ground.
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I listen with a very critical eye.
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I looked at it with some askance.
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%
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|
I march to a different kettle of fish.
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%
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|
I only hear half of what I believe.
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|
%
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|
I only hope your every wish is desired.
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%
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|
I only mentioned it to give you another side of the horse.
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%
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|
I only read it in snips and snabs.
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%
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|
I owe you a great gratitude of thanks.
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|
%
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|
I pulled my feet out from under my rug.
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%
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|
I put all my marbles in one basket.
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%
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|
I read the sign, but it went in one ear and out the other.
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%
|
|
I resent the insinuendoes.
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%
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|
I rushed around like a chicken out of my head.
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%
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|
I said it beneath my breath.
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%
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|
I see several little worms raising their heads around the corner.
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%
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|
I think he's gone over the bend.
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%
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|
I think I've committed a fore paw.
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%
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|
I think that we are making an out-and-out molehill of this issue.
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%
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|
I think the real crux is the matter.
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%
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|
I thought I'd fall out of my gourd.
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%
|
|
I want half a cake and eat it too.
|
|
%
|
|
I want to embark upon your qualms.
|
|
%
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|
I want to get more fire into the iron.
|
|
%
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|
I want to get to know them on a face-to-name basis.
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%
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|
I want to go into that at short length.
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%
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|
I want to see him get a good hands-on feel.
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|
%
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|
I was working my balls to the bone.
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|
%
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|
I wish somebody could drop the other foot.
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%
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|
I won't hang my laurels on it.
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%
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|
I won't kick a gift horse in the mouth.
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%
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|
I worked my toes to the bonenail.
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|
%
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|
I would imagine he chafes a bit.
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%
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|
I wouldn't give it to a wet dog.
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%
|
|
I wouldn't marry her with a twenty-foot pole.
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%
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|
I wouldn't take him on a ten foot pole.
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|
%
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|
I wouldn't want to be sitting in his shoes.
|
|
%
|
|
I'd better get my horse on it's ass.
|
|
%
|
|
I'd better jack up my bootstraps and get going.
|
|
%
|
|
I'd have been bent out of shape like spades.
|
|
%
|
|
I'd kill a dog to bite that man.
|
|
%
|
|
I'd like to intersperse a comment.
|
|
%
|
|
I'd like to put another foot into the pot.
|
|
%
|
|
I'd like to strike while the inclination is hot.
|
|
%
|
|
I'd rather be tight than right.
|
|
%
|
|
If they do that, they'll be committing suicide for the rest of
|
|
their lives.
|
|
%
|
|
If they had to stand on their own two feet, they would have gone
|
|
down the drain a long time ago.
|
|
%
|
|
If we keep going this way, somebody is going to be left standing
|
|
at the church with his pants on.
|
|
%
|
|
If you don't want words put in your mouth, don't leave it
|
|
hanging open.
|
|
%
|
|
If anything, I bend over on the backwards side.
|
|
%
|
|
If Calvin Coolidge were alive today, he'd turn over in his grave.
|
|
%
|
|
If the onus fits, wear it.
|
|
%
|
|
If the shoe fits, put it in your mouth.
|
|
%
|
|
If the shoe is on the other foot, wear it.
|
|
%
|
|
If there's no fire, don't make waves.
|
|
%
|
|
If they do it there won't be a living orgasm left.
|
|
%
|
|
If you ask him he could wax very quickly on that subject.
|
|
%
|
|
If you listen in the right tone of voice, you'll hear what I mean.
|
|
%
|
|
If you see loose strings that have to be tied down that are not
|
|
nailed up, see me about it.
|
|
%
|
|
If you want something bad enough, you have to pay the price.
|
|
%
|
|
If you want to be heard, go directly to the horse's ear.
|
|
%
|
|
If you want to get your jollies off, watch this!
|
|
%
|
|
If you'd let me, I'd forget the shirt off my back.
|
|
%
|
|
If you're going to break a chicken, you have to scramble a few eggs.
|
|
%
|
|
I'll be ready just in case a windfall comes down the pike.
|
|
%
|
|
I'll be there in the next foreseeable future.
|
|
%
|
|
I'll be there with spades one.
|
|
%
|
|
I'll bet there's one guy out in the woodwork.
|
|
%
|
|
I'll descend on them to the bone.
|
|
%
|
|
I'll fight him hand and nail.
|
|
%
|
|
I'll hit him right between the teeth.
|
|
%
|
|
I'll procrastinate when I get around to it.
|
|
%
|
|
I'll reek the benefits.
|
|
%
|
|
I'll see it when I believe it.
|
|
%
|
|
I'll stay away from that like a 10-foot pole.
|
|
%
|
|
I'll take a few pegs out of his sails.
|
|
%
|
|
I'll take any warm body in a storm.
|
|
%
|
|
I'm a mere fragment of my imagination.
|
|
%
|
|
I'm all ravelled up.
|
|
%
|
|
I'm basking in his shadow.
|
|
%
|
|
I'm burning my bridges out from under me!
|
|
%
|
|
I'm casting the dye on the face of the water.
|
|
%
|
|
I'm collapsing around the seams.
|
|
%
|
|
I'm creaking at the seams.
|
|
%
|
|
I'm creaming off the top of my head.
|
|
%
|
|
I'm deathly curious.
|
|
%
|
|
I'm flapping at the gills.
|
|
%
|
|
I'm going off tangentially.
|
|
%
|
|
I'm going right out of my bonker.
|
|
%
|
|
I'm going right over the bend.
|
|
%
|
|
I'm going to cast my rocks to the wind.
|
|
%
|
|
I'm going to down-peddle that aspect.
|
|
%
|
|
I'm going to feel it out by the ear.
|
|
%
|
|
I'm going to litigate it to the eyeballs.
|
|
%
|
|
I'm going to put a little variety in your spice of life.
|
|
%
|
|
I'm going to put my horn in.
|
|
%
|
|
I'm going to read between your lines.
|
|
%
|
|
I'm going to resolve it by ear.
|
|
%
|
|
I'm going to scatter them like chaff before the wind.
|
|
%
|
|
I'm going to scream right out of my gourd.
|
|
%
|
|
I'm going to take my vendetta out on them.
|
|
%
|
|
I'm going to take my venom out on you.
|
|
%
|
|
I'm going to throw myself into the teeth of the gamut.
|
|
%
|
|
I'm ground up to a high pitch.
|
|
%
|
|
I'm having a hard time getting my handles around that one.
|
|
%
|
|
I'm in my reclining years.
|
|
%
|
|
I'm in transit on that point.
|
|
%
|
|
I'm listening with baited ears.
|
|
%
|
|
I'm looking at it with a jaundiced ear.
|
|
%
|
|
I'm not going to bail him out of his own juice.
|
|
%
|
|
I'm not going to beat a dead horse to death.
|
|
%
|
|
I'm not going to get side tracked onto a tangent.
|
|
%
|
|
I'm not sure it's my bag of tea.
|
|
%
|
|
I'm not sure we're all speaking from the same sheet of music.
|
|
%
|
|
I'm not trying to grind anybody's axes.
|
|
%
|
|
I'm out of my bloomin' loon.
|
|
%
|
|
I'm over the hilt.
|
|
%
|
|
I'm parked somewhere in the boondoggles.
|
|
%
|
|
I'm pulling something over on you.
|
|
%
|
|
I'm ready to go when the bell opens.
|
|
%
|
|
I'm running around like a one-armed paper bandit.
|
|
%
|
|
I'm signing my own death knell.
|
|
%
|
|
I'm sitting on the edge of my ice.
|
|
%
|
|
I'm smarting at the seams.
|
|
%
|
|
I'm soaked to the teeth.
|
|
%
|
|
I'm standing over your shoulder.
|
|
%
|
|
I'm sticking my neck out on a ledge.
|
|
%
|
|
I'm stone cold sane.
|
|
%
|
|
I'm talking up a dead alley.
|
|
%
|
|
I'm throwing those ideas to you off the top of my hat.
|
|
%
|
|
I'm too uptight for my own bootstraps.
|
|
%
|
|
I'm up a wrong alley.
|
|
%
|
|
I'm up against a blind wall.
|
|
%
|
|
I'm up to my earballs in garbage.
|
|
%
|
|
I'm walking on cloud nine.
|
|
%
|
|
I'm walking on thin water.
|
|
%
|
|
I'm weighted down with baited breath.
|
|
%
|
|
I'm willing to throw my two cents into the fire.
|
|
%
|
|
I'm working my blood up into a fervor.
|
|
%
|
|
I'm wound up like a cork.
|
|
%
|
|
I'm your frontface in this matter.
|
|
%
|
|
In one mouth and out the other.
|
|
%
|
|
In this period of time, its getting very short.
|
|
%
|
|
In this vein I will throw out another item for Pandora' box.
|
|
%
|
|
Indiscretion is the better part of valor.
|
|
%
|
|
Is he an Amazon!
|
|
%
|
|
Is there any place we can pull a chink out of the log jam?
|
|
%
|
|
It is better to have tried and failed than never to have failed
|
|
at all.
|
|
%
|
|
It cuts like a hot knife through solid rock.
|
|
%
|
|
It drove me to no wits end.
|
|
%
|
|
It fills a well-needed gap.
|
|
%
|
|
It floated right to the bottom.
|
|
%
|
|
It flows like water over the stream.
|
|
%
|
|
It gets grained into you.
|
|
%
|
|
It goes from one gamut to another.
|
|
%
|
|
It goes from tippy top to tippy bottom.
|
|
%
|
|
It goes in one era and out the other.
|
|
%
|
|
It goes out one ear and in the other.
|
|
%
|
|
It got left out in the lurch.
|
|
%
|
|
It has more punch to the unch.
|
|
%
|
|
It hit me to the core.
|
|
%
|
|
It hit the epitome of it.
|
|
%
|
|
It leaks like a fish.
|
|
%
|
|
It looks like it's going to go on ad infinitum for a while.
|
|
%
|
|
It looks real enough to be artificial.
|
|
%
|
|
It may seem incredulous, but it's true.
|
|
%
|
|
It might break the straw that holds the camel's back.
|
|
%
|
|
It might have been a figment of my illusion.
|
|
%
|
|
It' not an easy thing to get your teeth around.
|
|
%
|
|
It rolls off her back like a duck.
|
|
%
|
|
It runs the full width of the totem pole.
|
|
%
|
|
It sounds like roses to my ears.
|
|
%
|
|
It sure hits the people between the head.
|
|
%
|
|
It was a heart-rendering decision.
|
|
%
|
|
It was a maelstrom around his neck.
|
|
%
|
|
It was deja vu all over again.
|
|
%
|
|
It was oozing right out of the lurches.
|
|
%
|
|
It was really amazing to see the spectra of people there.
|
|
%
|
|
It went through the palm of my shoe.
|
|
%
|
|
It will spurn a lot of furious action.
|
|
%
|
|
It will take a while to ravel down.
|
|
%
|
|
It's like asking a man to stop eating in the middle of a starvation diet.
|
|
%
|
|
It's a Byzantine thicket of quicksand.
|
|
%
|
|
It's a caterpillar in pig's clothing.
|
|
%
|
|
It's a fiat accompli.
|
|
%
|
|
It's a fool's paradise wrapped in sheep's clothing.
|
|
%
|
|
It's a hairy banana.
|
|
%
|
|
It's a hairy can of worms.
|
|
%
|
|
It's a home of contention.
|
|
%
|
|
It's a lot like recumbent DNA.
|
|
%
|
|
It's a lot of passed water under the bridge.
|
|
%
|
|
It's a mare's nest in sheep's clothing.
|
|
%
|
|
It's a mecca of people.
|
|
%
|
|
It's a monkey wrench in your ointment.
|
|
%
|
|
It's a new high in lows.
|
|
%
|
|
It's a road of hard knocks.
|
|
%
|
|
It's a sight for sore ears.
|
|
%
|
|
It's a slap in the chaps.
|
|
%
|
|
It's a tempest in a teacup.
|
|
%
|
|
It's a terrible crutch to bear.
|
|
%
|
|
It's a tough nut to hoe.
|
|
%
|
|
It's a tough road to haul.
|
|
%
|
|
It's a travesty to the human spirit.
|
|
%
|
|
It's a typical case of alligator mouth and hummingbird ass.
|
|
%
|
|
It's a useful ace in the pocket.
|
|
%
|
|
It's a white elephant around my neck.
|
|
%
|
|
It's a white herring.
|
|
%
|
|
It's about 15 feet as the eye flies.
|
|
%
|
|
It's about as satisfactory as falling off a log.
|
|
%
|
|
It's all above and beyond board.
|
|
%
|
|
It's all in knowing when to let a dead horse die.
|
|
%
|
|
It's all water under the dam.
|
|
%
|
|
It's always better to be safe than have your neck out on a limb.
|
|
%
|
|
It's an ill wind that doesn't blow somebody.
|
|
%
|
|
It's another millstone in the millpond of life.
|
|
%
|
|
It's as easy as falling off a piece of cake.
|
|
%
|
|
It's as flat as a door knob.
|
|
%
|
|
It's as predictable as cherry pie.
|
|
%
|
|
It's bouncing like a greased pig.
|
|
%
|
|
It's burned to shreds.
|
|
%
|
|
Its coming down like buckets outside.
|
|
%
|
|
It's crumbling at the seams.
|
|
%
|
|
It's enough to make you want to rot your socks.
|
|
%
|
|
It's going to bog everybody up.
|
|
%
|
|
It's going to fall on its ass from within.
|
|
%
|
|
It's got all the bugs and whistles.
|
|
%
|
|
It's hanging out like a sore tongue.
|
|
%
|
|
It's like a greased pig in a wet blanket.
|
|
%
|
|
It's like a knife through hot butter.
|
|
%
|
|
It's like a raft on roller skates.
|
|
%
|
|
It's like harnessing a hare to a tortoise.
|
|
%
|
|
It's like pulling hen's teeth.
|
|
%
|
|
It's like talking to a needle in a haystack.
|
|
%
|
|
It's like the flood of the Hesperis.
|
|
%
|
|
It's like trying to light a fire under a lead camel.
|
|
%
|
|
It's like trying to squeeze blood out of a stone.
|
|
%
|
|
It's more than the mind can boggle.
|
|
%
|
|
It's music to your eyes.
|
|
%
|
|
It's no chip off my clock.
|
|
%
|
|
It's no skin off my stiff upper lip.
|
|
%
|
|
It's no sweat off my nose.
|
|
%
|
|
It's not an easy thing to get your teeth wet on.
|
|
%
|
|
It's not completely an unblessed advantage.
|
|
%
|
|
It's not his bag of tea.
|
|
%
|
|
It's not my cup of pie.
|
|
%
|
|
It's not my Diet of Worms.
|
|
%
|
|
It's not really hide nor hair.
|
|
%
|
|
It's one more cog in the wheel.
|
|
%
|
|
It's perfect, but it will have to do.
|
|
%
|
|
It's raining like a bandit.
|
|
%
|
|
It's right on the tip of my head.
|
|
%
|
|
It's sloppy mismanagement.
|
|
%
|
|
It's so unbelievable you wouldn't believe it.
|
|
%
|
|
It's something you're all dying to wait for.
|
|
%
|
|
It's the blind leading the deaf.
|
|
%
|
|
It's the greatest little seaport in town.
|
|
%
|
|
It's the old chicken-in-the-egg problem.
|
|
%
|
|
It's the old Paul Revere bit . . . one if by two and two if by one.
|
|
%
|
|
It's the other end of the kettle of fish.
|
|
%
|
|
It's the straw that broke the ice.
|
|
%
|
|
It's the highest of the lows.
|
|
%
|
|
It's the vilest smell I ever heard.
|
|
%
|
|
It's time to take off our gloves and talk from the heart.
|
|
%
|
|
It's under closed doors.
|
|
%
|
|
It's within the pall of reason.
|
|
%
|
|
It's wrought with problems.
|
|
%
|
|
It's your ball of wax, you unravel it.
|
|
%
|
|
I've been burning the midnight hours.
|
|
%
|
|
I've built enough fudge into that factor.
|
|
%
|
|
I've got applicants up to the ears.
|
|
%
|
|
I've got to put my duff to the grindstone.
|
|
%
|
|
I've had it up to the hilt.
|
|
%
|
|
I've had more girls than you've got hair between your teeth.
|
|
%
|
|
I've milked that dead end for all it's worth.
|
|
%
|
|
I've worked my shins to the bone.
|
|
%
|
|
Judas Proust!
|
|
%
|
|
Just because it's there, you don't have to mount it.
|
|
%
|
|
Just cut a thin slither of it.
|
|
%
|
|
Just remember that, and then forget it.
|
|
%
|
|
Keep the water as firm as possible until a fellow has his feet on the ground.
|
|
%
|
|
Keep this under your vest.
|
|
%
|
|
Keep your ear peeled!
|
|
%
|
|
Keep your eyes geared to the situation.
|
|
%
|
|
Keep your nose to the mark.
|
|
%
|
|
Keep your nose to the plow.
|
|
%
|
|
Lay a bugaboo to rest.
|
|
%
|
|
Let he who casts the first stone cast it in concrete.
|
|
%
|
|
Let him be rent from limb to limb.
|
|
%
|
|
Let him fry in his own juice.
|
|
%
|
|
Let it slip between the cracks.
|
|
%
|
|
Let me clarify my fumbling.
|
|
%
|
|
Let me feast your ears.
|
|
%
|
|
Let me flame your fan.
|
|
%
|
|
Let me say a word before I throw in the reins.
|
|
%
|
|
Let me take you under my thumb.
|
|
%
|
|
Let me throw a monkey into the wrench.
|
|
%
|
|
Let me throw a monkey wrench in the ointment.
|
|
%
|
|
Let sleeping uncertainties lie.
|
|
%
|
|
Let them fry in their socks.
|
|
%
|
|
Let them hang in their own juice.
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Let's bend a few lapels.
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Let's get down to brass facts.
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Let's go outside and commiserate with nature.
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%
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Let's grab the initiative by the horns.
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%
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Let's kick the bucket with a certain amount of daintiness.
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%
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Let's kill two dogs with one bone.
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%
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Let's look at it from the other side of the view.
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%
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Let's lurch into the next hour of the show.
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%
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Let's not drag any more dead herrings across the garden path.
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%
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Let's not get ahead of the bandwagon.
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Let's not hurdle into too many puddles at once.
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Let's not open the skeleton in that closet.
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%
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Let's play the other side of the coin.
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%
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Let's put out a smeller.
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%
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Let's raise our horizons.
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%
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Let's roll up our elbows and get to work.
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%
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Let's set up a straw vote and knock it down.
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%
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Let's shoot holes at it.
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%
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Let's skin another can of worms.
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%
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Let's solve two problems with one bird.
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%
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Let's strike the fire before the iron gets hot.
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%
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Let's talk to the horse's mouth.
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%
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Let's wreck havoc!
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%
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Like the shoemaker's children, we have computers running out of our ears.
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%
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Look at the camera and say `bird'.
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%
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Look before you turn the other cheek.
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%
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Man cannot eat by bread alone.
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%
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May I inveigle on you?
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%
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Men, women, and children first!
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%
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Mind your own petard!
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%
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My antipathy runneth over.
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%
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My chicken house has come home to roost.
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%
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My dog was pent up all day.
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%
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My ebb is running low.
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%
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My foot is going out of its mind.
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%
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My head is twice its size.
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%
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My mind is a vacuum of information.
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%
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My mind slipped into another cog.
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%
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My mind went blank and I had to wait until the dust cleared.
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%
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My off-the-head reaction is negative.
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%
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My steam is wearing down.
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%
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My stomach gets all knotted up in rocks.
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%
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My train of thought went out to lunch.
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%
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Necessity is the invention of strange bedfellows.
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%
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Necessity is the mother of strange bedfellows.
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%
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Never feed a hungry dog an empty loaf of bread.
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%
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Never the twixt should change.
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%
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No Californian will walk a mile if possible.
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%
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No crumbs gather under his feet.
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%
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No dust grows under her feet.
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%
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No loaf is better than half a loaf at all.
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%
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No moss grows on his stone.
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%
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No one can predict the wheel of fortune as it falls.
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%
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No problem is so formidable that you can't just walk away from it.
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%
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No rocks grow on Charlie.
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%
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No sooner said, the better.
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%
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Nobody could fill his socks.
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%
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Nobody is going to give you the world in a saucer.
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%
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Nobody marches with the same drummer.
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%
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Nobody's going to put his neck out on a limb.
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%
|
|
Nostalgia just isn't what it used to be.
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%
|
|
Not all the irons in the fire will bear fruit or even come home to roost.
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%
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Not by the foggiest stretch of the imagination!
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%
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Not in a cocked hat, you don't!
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%
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Not in a pig's bladder you don't!
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%
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Not me, I didn't open my peep.
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%
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Not on your bootstraps!
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%
|
|
Now he's sweating in his own pool.
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%
|
|
Now the laugh is on the other foot!
|
|
%
|
|
Now we have some chance to cut new water.
|
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%
|
|
One back scratches another.
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%
|
|
One doesn't swallow the whole cake at the first sitting.
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%
|
|
One man's curiosity is another man's Pandora's box.
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%
|
|
Our backs are up the wall.
|
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%
|
|
Our deal fell through the boards.
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%
|
|
Peanut butter jelly go together hand over fist.
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%
|
|
People in glass houses shouldn't call the kettle black.
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%
|
|
Picasso wasn't born in a day.
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%
|
|
Pick them up from their bootstraps.
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%
|
|
Pictures speak louder than words.
|
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%
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Please come here ipso pronto.
|
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%
|
|
Pour sand on troubled waters.
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%
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|
Put all your money where your marbles are.
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%
|
|
Put it in a guinea sack.
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%
|
|
Put it on the back of the stove and let it simper.
|
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%
|
|
Put that in your pocket and smoke it!
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%
|
|
Put the onus on the other foot.
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%
|
|
Put your mouth where your money is.
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%
|
|
Right off the top of my cuff, I don' know what to say.
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%
|
|
Right off the top of my hand, I'd say no.
|
|
%
|
|
Roll out the Ouija ball.
|
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%
|
|
Rome wasn't built on good intentions alone.
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%
|
|
Row, row, row your boat, gently down the drain.
|
|
%
|
|
See the forest through the trees.
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|
%
|
|
She had a missed conception.
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%
|
|
She had an aurora of goodness about her.
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%
|
|
She has eyes like two holes in a burnt blanket.
|
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%
|
|
She hit the nail on the nose.
|
|
%
|
|
She looks like she's been dead for several years, lately.
|
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%
|
|
She makes Raquel Welch look like Twiggy standing backwards.
|
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%
|
|
She stepped full-face on it.
|
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%
|
|
She was sitting there with an insidious look on her face.
|
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%
|
|
She'll fight it tooth and toenail.
|
|
%
|
|
She's a virgin who has never been defoliated.
|
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%
|
|
She's flying off the deep end.
|
|
%
|
|
She's got a bee in her bonnet and just won't let it go.
|
|
%
|
|
She's melting out punishment.
|
|
%
|
|
She's steel wool and a yard wide.
|
|
%
|
|
She's trying to feather her own bush.
|
|
%
|
|
Shoot it up the flag pole.
|
|
%
|
|
Somebody is going to have to take a forefront here.
|
|
%
|
|
Somebody pushed the panic nerve.
|
|
%
|
|
Somebody's flubbing his dub.
|
|
%
|
|
Someone is going to be left in the church with his pants on.
|
|
%
|
|
Sometimes I don't have both sails in the water.
|
|
%
|
|
Speaking off the hand, I'd advise you to quit.
|
|
%
|
|
Straighten up or fly right.
|
|
%
|
|
Strange bedfellows flock together.
|
|
%
|
|
Take care of two stones with one bird.
|
|
%
|
|
Take it with a block of salt.
|
|
%
|
|
That aspect permutes the whole situation.
|
|
%
|
|
That curdles my toes.
|
|
%
|
|
That curdles the milk of human kindness.
|
|
%
|
|
That didn't amount to a hill of worms.
|
|
%
|
|
That doesn't cut any weight with him.
|
|
%
|
|
That job is at the bottom of the rung.
|
|
%
|
|
That makes me as mad as a wet hatter.
|
|
%
|
|
That opens up a whole other kettle of songs.
|
|
%
|
|
That problem is getting pushed into the horizon.
|
|
%
|
|
That puts me up a worse creek.
|
|
%
|
|
That really uprooted the apple cart.
|
|
%
|
|
That restaurant is so crowded no one goes there anymore.
|
|
%
|
|
That solves two stones with one bird.
|
|
%
|
|
That was a mere peanut in the bucket.
|
|
%
|
|
That was almost half done unconsciously.
|
|
%
|
|
That was like getting the horse before the barn.
|
|
%
|
|
That was the corker in the bottle.
|
|
%
|
|
That was the pan he was flashed in.
|
|
%
|
|
That would drive him right out of his banana.
|
|
%
|
|
That would have been right up Harry's meat.
|
|
%
|
|
That'll take the steam out of their sails.
|
|
%
|
|
That's a ball of another wax.
|
|
%
|
|
That's a bird of a different color.
|
|
%
|
|
That's a camel's eye strained through a gnat's tooth.
|
|
%
|
|
That's a different jar of worms.
|
|
%
|
|
That's a horse of a different feather.
|
|
%
|
|
That's a matter for sore eyes.
|
|
%
|
|
That's a measle-worded statement if I ever heard one.
|
|
%
|
|
That's a sight for deaf ears.
|
|
%
|
|
That's a tough nut to carry on your back.
|
|
%
|
|
That's a two-edged circle.
|
|
%
|
|
That's a whole new ballpark.
|
|
%
|
|
That's an unexpected surprise.
|
|
%
|
|
That's getting to the crotch of the matter.
|
|
%
|
|
That's just putting the gravy on the cake.
|
|
%
|
|
That's no sweat off my back.
|
|
%
|
|
That's not my sack of worms.
|
|
%
|
|
That's obviously a very different cup of fish.
|
|
%
|
|
That's pushing a dead horse.
|
|
%
|
|
That's the other end of the coin.
|
|
%
|
|
That's the straw that broke the camel's hump.
|
|
%
|
|
That's the wart that sank the camel's back.
|
|
%
|
|
That's the way the old ball game bounces.
|
|
%
|
|
That's the whole ball of snakes.
|
|
%
|
|
That's the whole kettle of fish in a nutshell.
|
|
%
|
|
That's the whole kit and caboose.
|
|
%
|
|
That's their applecart, let them choke on it.
|
|
%
|
|
That's water under the dam.
|
|
%
|
|
That's way down in the chicken feed.
|
|
%
|
|
That's when I first opened an eyelash.
|
|
%
|
|
That's worse than running chalk up and down your back.
|
|
%
|
|
The grass is always greener when you can't see the forest for the trees.
|
|
%
|
|
The aggressor is on the wrong foot.
|
|
%
|
|
The analogy is a deeply superficial one.
|
|
%
|
|
The atmosphere militates against a solution.
|
|
%
|
|
The ball is in our lap.
|
|
%
|
|
The die has been cast on the face of the waters.
|
|
%
|
|
The early bird will find his can of worms.
|
|
%
|
|
The early worm catches the fish.
|
|
%
|
|
The eggs we put all in one basket have come home to roost.
|
|
%
|
|
The faculty has cast a jaundiced eye upon the waters.
|
|
%
|
|
The fervor is so deep you can taste it.
|
|
%
|
|
The foot that rocks the cradle is usually in the mouth.
|
|
%
|
|
The fruits of our labors are about to be felt.
|
|
%
|
|
The future is not what it used to be.
|
|
%
|
|
The gremlins have gone off to roost on someone else's canard.
|
|
%
|
|
The grocer's son always has shoes.
|
|
%
|
|
The groundwork is thoroughly broken.
|
|
%
|
|
The hand is on the wall.
|
|
%
|
|
The horse is stolen before the barn even gets its door closed.
|
|
%
|
|
The idea did cross my head.
|
|
%
|
|
The ideas sprang full-blown from the hydra's heads.
|
|
%
|
|
The initiative is on the wrong foot.
|
|
%
|
|
The lights are so bright the air is opaque.
|
|
%
|
|
The meeting was a first-class riot squad.
|
|
%
|
|
The onus is on the other foot.
|
|
%
|
|
The pipeline has ramped up.
|
|
%
|
|
The restaurants are terrible; the town is completely indigestible.
|
|
%
|
|
The sink is shipping.
|
|
%
|
|
The up-kick of all that will be nothing.
|
|
%
|
|
The viewpoints run from hot to cold.
|
|
%
|
|
The whole thing is a hairy potpourri.
|
|
%
|
|
The wishbone's connected to the kneebone.
|
|
%
|
|
Their attitude is to let lying dogs sleep.
|
|
%
|
|
There are enough cooks in the pot already.
|
|
%
|
|
There are too many cooks and not enough Indians.
|
|
%
|
|
There are two sides to every marshmallow.
|
|
%
|
|
There hasn't been much of a peep about it.
|
|
%
|
|
There is a prolifery of new ideas.
|
|
%
|
|
There is no surefool way of proceeding.
|
|
%
|
|
There is one niche in his armor.
|
|
%
|
|
There is some milk of contention between us.
|
|
%
|
|
There was danger lurking under the tip of an iceberg.
|
|
%
|
|
There were foot-high puddles.
|
|
%
|
|
There will be fangs flying.
|
|
%
|
|
There's a dark cloud on every rainbow's horizon.
|
|
%
|
|
There's a flaw in the ointment.
|
|
%
|
|
There's a little life in the old shoe yet.
|
|
%
|
|
There's a lot of blanche here to carte.
|
|
%
|
|
There's a lot of bull in the china shop.
|
|
%
|
|
There's a lot of credibility in that gap!
|
|
%
|
|
There's a strong over current here.
|
|
%
|
|
There's a vortex swimming around out there.
|
|
%
|
|
There's going to be hell and high water to pay.
|
|
%
|
|
There's laughing on the outside, panelling on the inside.
|
|
%
|
|
There's more than one way to skin an egg without letting the goose
|
|
out of the bag.
|
|
%
|
|
There's no place in the bowl for another spoon to stir the broth.
|
|
%
|
|
There's no two ways around it.
|
|
%
|
|
There's nothing like stealing the barn door after the horse is gone.
|
|
%
|
|
There's some noise afoot about the problem.
|
|
%
|
|
There's some trash to be separated from the chaff.
|
|
%
|
|
They are straining at nits.
|
|
%
|
|
They are unscrupulously honest.
|
|
%
|
|
They are very far and few between.
|
|
%
|
|
They closed the doors after the barn was stolen.
|
|
%
|
|
They descended on me like a hoar of locust.
|
|
%
|
|
They don't like to dictate themselves to the problem.
|
|
%
|
|
They don't see eye for eye with us.
|
|
%
|
|
They don't stand a tea bag's chance in hell.
|
|
%
|
|
They fell all over their faces.
|
|
%
|
|
They just want to chew the bull.
|
|
%
|
|
They just want to shoot the fat.
|
|
%
|
|
They locked the door after the house was stolen.
|
|
%
|
|
They make strange bedfellows together.
|
|
%
|
|
They rolled their eyebrows at me.
|
|
%
|
|
They run across the gamut.
|
|
%
|
|
They sucked all the cream off the crop.
|
|
%
|
|
They sure dipsied his doodle.
|
|
%
|
|
They unspaded some real down to earth data.
|
|
%
|
|
They went after him tooth and fang.
|
|
%
|
|
They wrecked havoc in the kitchen.
|
|
%
|
|
They'll carve that spectrum any way we desire it.
|
|
%
|
|
They're atrophying on the vine.
|
|
%
|
|
They're colder than blue blazes.
|
|
%
|
|
They're coming farther between.
|
|
%
|
|
They're dropping his course like flies.
|
|
%
|
|
They're dying off like fleas.
|
|
%
|
|
They're eating out of our laps.
|
|
%
|
|
They're germs in the rough.
|
|
%
|
|
They're grasping for needles.
|
|
%
|
|
They're spreading like wild flowers.
|
|
%
|
|
They're very far and few between.
|
|
%
|
|
They're working their bones off.
|
|
%
|
|
They's chomping their lips at the prospect.
|
|
%
|
|
They've beaten the bushes to death.
|
|
%
|
|
They've got the bull by the tail now.
|
|
%
|
|
They've reached a new level of lowness.
|
|
%
|
|
Things are all up in a heaval.
|
|
%
|
|
Things have slowed down to a terrible halt.
|
|
%
|
|
Things keep falling out of it, three or four years at a time.
|
|
%
|
|
This field of research is so virginal that no human eye has set foot on it.
|
|
%
|
|
This program has many weaknesses, but its strongest weakness remains to be seen.
|
|
%
|
|
This bit of casting oil on troubled feathers is more than I can take.
|
|
%
|
|
This ivory tower we're living in is a glass house.
|
|
%
|
|
This office requires a president who will work right up to the hilt.
|
|
%
|
|
This thing kills me to the bone.
|
|
%
|
|
This wine came from a really great brewery.
|
|
%
|
|
This work was the understatement of the year.
|
|
%
|
|
Those are good practices to avoid.
|
|
%
|
|
Those guys are as independent as hogs on ice.
|
|
%
|
|
Those guys weld a lot of power.
|
|
%
|
|
Those people have no bones to grind.
|
|
%
|
|
Those words were very carefully weaseled.
|
|
%
|
|
Time and tide strike but once.
|
|
%
|
|
To be a leader, you have to develop a spear de corps.
|
|
%
|
|
To coin a cliche, let's have at them.
|
|
%
|
|
To sweeten the pie, I'll add some cash.
|
|
%
|
|
To the cook goes the broth!
|
|
%
|
|
Together again for the first time.
|
|
%
|
|
Too many chiefs spoil the soup.
|
|
%
|
|
Too many drinks spoil the broth.
|
|
%
|
|
Too many hands spoil the soap.
|
|
%
|
|
Trying to do anything is like a tour de force.
|
|
%
|
|
Trying to get a doctor on Wednesday is like trying to shoot a horse on Sunday.
|
|
%
|
|
Watch her, she gets on the stick very quickly.
|
|
%
|
|
We are on equally unfooted ground.
|
|
%
|
|
We are paying for the sins of serenity.
|
|
%
|
|
We brought this can of worms into the open.
|
|
%
|
|
We can clean ourselves right up to date.
|
|
%
|
|
We can throw a lot of muscle into the pot.
|
|
%
|
|
We can't get through the forest for the trees.
|
|
%
|
|
We didn't know which facts were incorrect.
|
|
%
|
|
We don't want to get enhangled in that either.
|
|
%
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We got another thing out of it that I want to heave in.
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We got on board at ground zero.
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We got the story post hoc.
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We have a difference of agreement.
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We have a real ball of wax to unravel.
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We have a real messy ball of wax.
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We have a wide range of broad-gauge people.
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We have achieved a wide specter of support.
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We threw everything in the kitchen sink at them.
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We're getting down to bare tacks.
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What can we do to shore up these problems?
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When the tough get going they let sleeping dogs lie.
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When they go downstairs, you can hear neither hide nor hair of them.
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When you're jumping on sacred cows, you've got to watch your step.
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You can make a prima donna sing, but you can't make her dance.
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You get more for your mileage that way.
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You gotta strike while the shoe is hot or the iron may be on the other foot.
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You have sowed a festering cowpie of suspicion.
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You put all your eggs before the horse.
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You really can't compare us -- our similarities are different.
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Your wild oats have come home to roost.
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You're blowing it all out of context.
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You've always been the bone of human kindness.
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