"Faith can move mountains"
My cousin Faith is such a lard arsed cow she can barely move herself to the benifits office. The thought of her moving anything more mountainous than her own flesh is, frankly, laughable.
Yes, and now you don’t have it any more.
Too many cooks spoil the broth.
Many hands make light work.
Now which is true? :rolleyes:
“No Man is an Island.”
Lobsang knows how untrue this one is.
What goes up MUST come down.
As the years go by, my age goes up, up , up…I’m waiting. :rolleyes:
"Blessed are the peacemakers".
That depends on whether they are pointed your way or not. :eek:
Og! I swear, it’s always about food with you people!
Perhaps they have heard of George Bush though - and his philosophy of 'Fair!! Who gives a fuck about fair if it’s in my interests and my mates and I make a profit from it?
Violence never solves anything.
Gee, it seemed to work in World War II.
Both, if the cook is this guy.
“Idle hands are the devil’s playground”
Poppycock. The evilest people I know tend to be those that are the busiest. The idle tend not to do much of anything, much less anything evil.
Not when you’re constipated.
There is no such thing as a free lunch
Not true, I have gotten stuff for free many a time by using my wits.
Nothing good comes easy
Total bullshit. There is a correlation between effort and rewards, but it is far from a reliable yardstick. I have met too many people who fell into great relationships, great careers, great educations, etc. while watching tons of people struggle for crappy ones.
You get what you pay for.
Maybe pre-ebay.
The early bird catches the worm.
Uh huh. And what about the early worm?
I’m getting awfully tired of this constant misquoting of “W”. I don’t think he’s ever used the word mates as a substitute for friends in his life.
So, there.
"The meek shall inherit the earth."
Source:
http://www.ebible.org/bible/ASV/Matthew.htm
Somehow this one never gets written into any Constitution. And I haven’t heard it in anyone’s political platform this year either. . .
A slightly longer dissection…
At face value, the above adage seems true. After all, if one is going to do anything, why not do it well.
The problem arises in the consideration that “well” is not a defined state by which everything can be measured. Not only does subjectivity play into the assessment of the degree of wellness, but one must also consider the cost-benefit ratio of progressing to higher states of said wellness.
Let’s take, for example, the chore of dusting. I am not a duster. By this I mean to say that, while I will sometimes dust, it is not a chore I relish, nor even one that I particularly value.
Upon finding occasion to remove accumulated dust from my various shelves, books, knick-knacks, what-have-yous, whatchamacallits, and other various items that have surfaces exposed to and prone to the gather of dust (collectively, “stuff”), I rarely do it to such degree that someone such as, say, my mother, would consider the result to be done well. I do it to a degree that I would consider “well enough” though others would certainly define it as “not well enough”.
In part, intent plays into the analysis. My mother, for example, deems the chore of dusting stuff to be an end in itself. The various stuff, in her opinion, is deserving, for whatever misguided reason, to be deserving of being free of dust. I, on the other hand, feel that things tend to fall to their natural state, and if my stuff is naturally predisposed to becoming dusty, then who am I to deny it its actualized state, simply for my own pleasure of showing clean stuff?
Whereupon I complete my dusting chores, it is via the traditional bachelor method of running a rag over most (though by no means all) visible surfaces of the stuff, thereby relieving it of its accumulated dust. Where this dust goes, of course, I can’t be sure. Certainly that inch of accumulated hair, skin particles, space dust, dirt, oil, insect cadavers, ketchup (or, if you prefer, catsup) and whatever else makes up the particulate that we label “dust” cannot possibly all be accumulated on the rag. It is my supposition that much of it is redistributed into the air, carried by wind currents to other locales where it shall again soon settle.
To me, this process of obsessively moving something so that it can re-settle back to it’s original locale (and I am using this loosely, as assuming that the odds of a particular ketchup or cadaver particle being deposited onto the same stuff item is highly unlikely, but I do consider it a good deal likelier than having the particulate fall upon my neighbour’s stuff, especially in winter, when my doors and windows are largely closed up tight) to be nothing short of maniacal. OCD at it’s very finest, in my opinion. Was it Einstein to whom I have heard the statement attributed: The def’n of insane is to complete the same action repeatedly and each time expect different results?
In my humble opinion (I can offer that here, right? or should I be putting this in IMHO?), dusting is a chore that is made necessary from time-to-time by social convention, and not a worthy chore in-and-of-itself, thus qualifying it for the category of something (from time-to-time) worth doing (lest the girl coming for dinner finds me a complete slob, rather than just a bore) yet not by any means worth doing “well” (and again, by whose standard).
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.
Assuming there is in fact a place called hell, and it is indeed as furious as advertised, surely somewhere in this hell is a woman scorned. In this case, Hell hath exactly that kind of fury.
A stitch in time saves nine. (I know, already debunked but…)
No way. Statistical analysis suggests that (within 2 standard deviations) a stitch in time saves somewhere between 2.6 and 7.2. An instance of a stitch in time saving 9 is clearly an outlier.
Whatever you say is what you are. You’re a naked boobie star.
This is an old proverb, isn’t it? 
How about a twist?
I’ll give you a proverb and you can debunk it.
"You are what you eat."
Didn’t he say “Blessed are the cheesemakers”? 