Author: Anonymous Page 97

Behold, this very day, I have interceded another letter from the fellow.

You're making a mountain out of a Mohawk.

Brute Force: When your brain doesn’t work, just keep beating on the problem until one of you dies.

“I see,” said Tom icily.

He’d fight an anvil.

Mother-in-law: A woman who destroys her son-in-law’s peace of mind by giving him a piece of hers.

Let's make sure we're all talking off the same sheet of music.

Michelangelo painted the ceiling of the Sixteenth Chapel.

Farmer: A handy man with a sense of humus.

That's the whole kettle of fish in a nutshell.

“I was raised in a foster home,” said Tom transparently.

Censor: A person who sticks his noes into other people’s business.

His ears are so big… he heard the sun come up.

You have the right to remain silent; anything you say will be misquoted then used against you.

Aardvark: In the beginning was the word. And the word was ‘Aardvark.’

This is really a jack of all trades and master of non.

“This steamroller is amazing,” said Tom flatteringly.

Keep a stiff upper chin.

Take a flying hike.

“That city will never be rebuilt,” the prophets babble on.


It was time to get my act in gear.