Baby wants a brand new pair of shoes.
Subsequent to enjoying ablutions, it is wise to defenistrate the liquid. One should not simultaneously commit infanticide, however.
Baby wants a brand new pair of shoes.
Subsequent to enjoying ablutions, it is wise to defenistrate the liquid. One should not simultaneously commit infanticide, however.
Don’t throw the baby out with the bathwater.
“Baby needs a new pair of shoes!” (usually spoken while shooting craps.)
Postpone taking inventory of the fowl flock while their original sturdy packages contain them.
Don’t count your chickens until they are hatched.
The Weird One’s puzzle has me baffled. Don’t fuck with Captain Kirk?
The score is unimportant. Did you have fun?
To utilize multiply methodiology to attempt to remove the dermal coverings of a feline.
There’s more than one way to skin a cat. (Horrible saying)
The popular swivel-hipped singer from the south is no longer on the premises.
I’m going to guess at this one: I’m Rick James, bitch!
Elvis has left the building.
Those members of the genus Homo, or similar anthropomorphic animals, who choose to partake in exploration of a seemingly random nature, are not necessarily doing so because they are unable to discern the correct path to their place of residence.
Elvis has left the buffet.
By the clock, a sewing manuever prevents harm from befalling a number of things.
A stitch in time saves nine?
Sorry, I guess that was more obscure than I thought. And you don’t mess around with Jim. (Kinda goes with the “Don’t piss into the wind” line, which is what made me think of it.)
Yep.
Let’s see…
One can travel to a variety of locations. If one makes the effort to do so, then one will invariably succeed.
You can never go home again?
and you don’t mess around with Jim, doot dootin da-doot doot!
Just because I’m wandering doesn’t mean I’m lost
Admiral Farragut at the Battle fo Mobile Bay, “Damn the torpedoes. Full speed ahead.”
[hijack] growing up in Mobile, I often heard the joke, that not unlike the questions surounding punctuation in Keats’s *Ode on a Grecian Urn * that lead to multiple interpetations, someone left a comma out of Farragut’s explanation, which should read, “Damn! The torpedoes! Full speed ahead!”[hijak]
Let’s see if I can get this right…
He possessed no follicle appendages on the superior surface of his cranium where such follicle appendages habitually germinate.
Um … bald as a cue ball?