To Be Southern, Or Not to Be
I didn't just roll into town on a head of lettuce.
1 point
He speaks an infinite deal of nothing.
Trying to put a girdle round about the earth in forty minutes.
I know a hawk from a handsaw.
Clear selection
She can't write her way out of a wet paper bag.
1 point
This is a very false gallop of verses; why do you infect yourselves with them?
That which we call a rose, by any other word would smell as sweet.
I am a kind of burr; I shall stick.
Clear selection
You can call me anything, just don't call me late for supper.
1 point
My heart is turned to stone; I strike it, and it hurts my hand.
That which we call a rose, by any other word would smell as sweet.
Hot blood begets hot thoughts.
Clear selection
He's got a champagne appetite, and a beer budget.
1 point
Whose large style agrees not with the leanness of his purse.
Trying to put a girdle round about the earth in forty minutes.
Hot blood begets hot thoughts.
Clear selection
I'm as stubborn as a mule.
1 point
I am a kind of burr; I shall stick.
He speaks an infinite deal of nothing.
Hot blood begets hot thoughts.
Clear selection
He could talk the hind leg off of a mule.
1 point
This is a very false gallop of verses; why do you infect yourselves with them?
He speaks an infinite deal of nothing.
Hot blood begets hot thoughts.
Clear selection
She's running around like a chicken with her head cut off.
1 point
I am a kind of burr; I shall stick.
Trying to put a girdle round about the earth in forty minutes.
Anger is like full-hot horse, who being allow'd his way, self-mettle tires him.
Clear selection
He was as jumpy as a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs.
1 point
I know a hawk from a handsaw.
This is a very false gallop of verses; why do you infect yourselves with them?
Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind; the thief doth fear each bush an officer.
Clear selection
I'm so mad I could spit!
1 point
My heart is turned to stone; I strike it, and it hurts my hand.
That which we call a rose, by any other word would smell as sweet.
He speaks an infinite deal of nothing.
Clear selection
It's hotter than the hinges of hell.
1 point
Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind; the thief doth fear each bush an officer.
Hot blood begets hot thoughts.
Anger is like full-hot horse, who being allow'd his way, self-mettle tires him.
Clear selection
Mad as a wet hen.
1 point
Whose large style agrees not with the leanness of his purse.
Trying to put a girdle round about the earth in forty minutes.
Anger is like full-hot horse, who being allow'd his way, self-mettle tires him.
Clear selection
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