Of course! Thanks. I should have known this one.
Anyone else hear the thread title in Daniel Plainview’s voice?
You see, you have a milkshake, and I have a milkshake, but I want to move that milkshake, and I have a horse. There it is, my horse, you see? And my horse walks across the town and carries your milkshake back to me. I carry your milkshake!
The fecal matter has recently had its arc of motion interrupted by a rapidly rotating blade.
My favorite version of that one is “can’t tell a burro from a burrow”.
The shit’s hit the fan.
Ordure occurs.
Shit happens.
His vocal commentary is far more magnificent than his ability to masticate.
Don’t know your ass from a hole in the ground?
It appears that we are engaging in games of chance without a full complement of standard equipment.
We have emerged from an educational institution whose curriculum consists mainly of direct interaction with sharp, percussive impact.
I hear that’s a Catholic school.
Playing with less than a full deck?
and
Graduated from the school of hard knocks?
Can’t think of one right now…
To grant absolution and cease to remember.
Excellent!
We are availing ourselves of sharp-edged tools to abrade in a repeated linear manner the absolute nadir of this typical example of the cooper’s art.
We have bid goodbye, so long, adieu and farewell to that capacity which dwells in each of us for reason and perception.
His bark is worse than his bite.
Manually secured fowl may be valued at double the rate of fowl which enjoy a more topiary location.
Prior to the initiation of precipitate acceleration of one’s person which may be expected to occasion a temporary separation from the Earth’s surface and the concommitant commitment to relinquishing moment-to-moment control over the trajectory of one’s body, one would be well advised to invest some portion of time in a detailed survey of the intended location of one’s return to terra firma, with a view to ensuring a successful landing.
From one of the journalist style guides, probably misquoted but close: