It’s getting hot in here. Looks like someone might open up a can of whoop-ass.
Look, I didn’t come in here to eat crow, so if you’re looking for your pound of flesh, you’re barking up the wrong tree.
If we need to solve this mano-a-mano, I’m ready to throw down the gauntlet. I’m taking off the kid gloves, kickin’ ass and takin’ names!
Well, live and let live, and let bygones be bygones. Whatever SixSwords said or did, that’s water under the bridge, and we may as well let sleeping dogs lie.
Well put, astorian. I did kind of go off half-cocked.
But now I’ve seen the light, I’m turning over a new leaf. I’m sure I’ll catch more flies with honey than I could with vinegar.
Well thank goodness. All this confrontation had me sweating like a whore in church.
Speak of whores, there are some people around here their would pimp their sister for some attention. It’s not all about you.
Hey, I’m just looking out for number one.
You guys are so good! It’s this kind of stuff that makes you wanna slap your grandma.
Like I said, I’m looking out for number one. You say it takes two to tango, but third times the charm. I was born with a four leaf clover, and I’m five by five six ways to Sunday. I’m in seventh heaven working eight days a week for the whole nine yards.
Yep, Larry, I’m pickin’ up what you’re puttin’ down. Two and two makes four, man.
Well, you know it’s just a numbers game.
Hmpf—If I had a dime for every time I heard that one…
Always a day late and a dollar short.
I’ll bet you dollars to doughnuts that things are looking up
If I didn’t have bad luck I wouldn’t have any luck at all! So low, I can only go up!
Just you wait- every dog has his day, and the worm will turn. Your ship will come in, and you’ll be smelling like a rose.
A rose by any other name would smell as sweet.
(That Shakespeare guy didn’t write much that isn’t a cliche.)
As may be. Niether a borrower nor a lender be.
Alas poor [this thread] I knew it well. A [thread] of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy. Here hung those [posts] that I have [read] I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your [puns]? your [cliches]? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the [SDMB] on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own [:D]?
It looks you got some fancy book learning under your belt. Using them hoity toity words. I may not be from the Ivy League, but I got street smarts. The only school I ever attended was the school of hard knocks.