Showing posts with label cliches. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cliches. Show all posts
Wednesday, May 11, 2016
A SELECTION FROM A BOOK OF QUESTIONS . . .
Is it true that doctors fear apples?
Has anyone, with good intentions, ever closed the road to Hell?
Can't beggars be anything they want?
Will boys be boys?
How come we can walk on blood and not water?
Can we be fair in love and war?
Is talk costly?
How come worms that get up early always get caught?
Is just before dawn the worst time for a power failure?
How do you know that a doornail is dead?
How come people full of piss and vinegar don't feel sick?
How long do I have to wait before I get good things?
Saturday, January 2, 2016
OVERUSED WORDS WITH SOME QUESTIONS
Before I was born, was I an accident waiting to happen?
How can Canada ever expect to have a strong dollar when it is called a loonie?
Has anyone ever been injured while performing the acid test?
Are people overweight, or are their bodies simply generous with their flesh?
Oh no! The apple of my eye has a worm in it, and the worm wants to be a pupil.
Has anyone ever seen the blind leading the blind?
Does the elephant in the room ever forget why it is there?
Is it safe to say, condoms?
Am I at my wit's end? If so, will my wit have me arrested?
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