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Up a tree without a paddle.

Bus: A vehicle that has empty seats when going in the opposite direction.

Choir: A group of people whose singing allows the rest of the Congregation to lip-sync.

Waiter: A guy who believes money grows on a tray.

Fiddler: A violinist before he becomes the virtuoso.

So dry the catfish are carrying canteens.

Yacht: A floating debt.

He ran a cottage industry from his garden shed.

Brat: A child who displays his pest manners.

Married at the hip

Anesthetic: The painkiller that crazy women refuse during labor.

Bulletin: Your receipt for attending church services.

A rolling stone is worth two in the bush.

“We can’t let the fire die out,” Tom bellowed.

Some folks are so highly educated they can bore you on any subject.

“I’m not going to give up anything this Easter,” said Tom relentlessly.

Never lick a gift horse in the mouth.

I've hit the nail on the jackpot.

“Damn it, look at the camera!” Tom snapped.

Well, that's a feather in your pocket.

Long road to hoe.