I’d become that which I hated most: Liver and onions.
And, to add insult to injury, he made fun of my broken arm…
She was as cute as a button… a sexy button with a butt that wouldn’t quit. The kind of button you’d leave unbuttoned so everyone could see it on your lapel and they’d say, “What a sexy button you have. I would like to BUY your button”
He kept his head in the clouds and his ear to the ground and eventually tore his head in half.
His company worked him like a dog… so, he ate breakfast, slept most of the morning, then barked for an hour after the mailman came by.
I must’ve gotten up on the wrong side of the bed because I found myself wedged between the wall and the box spring.
She asked me to assistant-coach gymnastics and I bent over backwards to help her…
His constant nagging to get me to free-climb eventually drove me up the wall…
He was tough as nails but only after he got himself hammered.
To find him, I left no stone unturned; however, he would just sneak back and turn them back over so I’d lose my place.