Many a true word is worth half a loaf
I stole pieces of if from a book and a song, and everything else from a dictionary.
Sell a man a fish, and you’ve fed him for a day. Teach that man to fish, and you’ve lost a valued customer.
(From the Ferengi Rules of Acquisition.)
Betwixt lips and ears lie many a beer.
My medium is a chicken; she can talk to the other side every time.
There no good in crying over spilt seed. Say an Our Father and two Hail Marys. Oh, and wash your hands.
I’ve swiped a few of these for my email random sig file - I have, of course, given proper credit.
It’s easier for a blind man to enter a camels eye than for an early bird to close the barn door after putting all the chickens into half a loaf and leaping before he rides a bicycle
When the loaves start leaping, it might be time to give up the ghost and switch to chopsticks.
Missed the edit window. Quack.
*gone today, here tomorrow
*a sheep in wolf’s clothing (I actually use this one, to describe that ugly new breed of politicians who campaign posing as progressive, and then magically turn back into conservatives once elected.)
*come hell or high ground
*a chip off the old shoulder
You people just need to wake up and smell the rose-colored glasses. When you do, all of this will hit you like a fish out of hell. If you don’t, in no time, you’ll feel like a bat out of water. Once you’ve got it all figured out, it’s a piece of sweat.
Zap! Is that you?
“Build a man a fire and he’ll be warm for a night; set a man on fire and he’ll be warm for the rest of his life”
ETA: Oops, just found this above. Please disregard.
“Give a man a fish and he’ll eat for a day. Teach a man to sue and he’ll eat for a lifetime.”
– Caption of today’s New Yorker cartoon-a-day calendar.
Many a true word is not spoken in the divorce court
*Somebody woke up on the bed side of the wrong this morning!
*That’s like robbing Peter to pay the piper
*All’s fair in war and peace
*making a sow’s purse from a silk ear
*I’m not my keeper’s brother
That sounds like the punchline to a story-joke about an asylum inmate who is constantly mistaken for the warden’s sibling…
That’s like rubbing Paul’s peter to pay a sports bet.
The pitch in pine saves a penny earned.
The way I heard it was it’s like rubbing Paul’s peter to pay Piper.
It’s always darkest before the chicken storms off in a camel