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I'm an Idiom Idiot

Call them fractured phrases, silly sayings or idiot idioms. Whatever you call them I had fun thinking them up. I hope you have some fun reading them.

a kettle of fish out of water

a stitch in time saves is a penny earned

roses are red, violets are blue moon, you saw me standing alone

a fool and his money that's what I want

how does it feel to be on your own like a rolling stone gathers no moss

you only live once upon a time in the west

if you love somebody set them free as a bird now, and this bird you'll never change

absence makes the heart of my heart, I love that melody

it ain't over till the fat lady sings went the strings of my heart

we'll cross that bridge over troubled water I will lay me down

a fool at 40 is a fool if you think it's over

a long row to ho, ho, ho Merry Christmas

a watched pot never boil, boil, toil and trouble

about face the music

ace in the hole in one

Achille's heel, boy, heel

Adam's apple of my eye

age before beauty and the beast

leader of the pack up your troubles in your old kit bag

all bets are off to the races

heaven's above the call of duty

all that glitters is not gold diggers

an arm and a leg up

as cold as ice, ice baby

as tired as a doggie in the window

as the crow flies like a banana

asleep at the wheel on the bus goes round and round

at the end of the day-o, daylight come and I wanna go home

a stitch in time saves nine men out


CatLadyLarew said…
I think you let the cat (lady) out of the bag on this one.
nonamedufus said…
CL: Hey, the early bird gets two in the bush.
Quirkyloon said…
Hee hee. The warped sense of humor is making its rounds this morn!

And I want that fool and his money too!
00dozo said…
Heh, heh. It's always fun to visit here.

One complaint: You mixed Foreigner with Vanilla Ice? That's just sooooo wrong!

nonamedufus said…
Quirks: A bird in the hand gets the worm. I pity the fool and his money are soon parted.
nonamedufus said…
00dozo: Ice, ice baby with the dishwater! (hee, hee)
Life would be so boring without idioms! I loved how you mixed these up with people are strange love strange highs and strange lows! (Did I do it right?) - G
Don said…
I still don't understand how you manage to think of these clever quotes, quips and otherwise funny sayings. I'm jealous!
nonamedufus said…
G: I'm kinda laughing 'cause i get the first part but have no idea what the idiom in the second part is. But, nevertheless, it's funny.
Ziva said…
Ha, this was fun! I bet you're like that cat whose swallow didn't make a summer now, huh?
nonamedufus said…
Don: I'm just wired that way. It's both a blessing and a curse. Sometimes I just can't stop myself.
nonamedufus said…
Ziva: More like a canary in a coal mine, going down, down now.
00dozo said…
(Psst! It's "bathwater", not "dishwater" - sorry, it must be the 'Frank' in me. Oh, no! I've become a "Frankenme" - aaaarrrggh!)

(Um... no offense Frank.)
nonamedufus said…
00dozo: Dishwater? Hey my mom used to bathe me after she'd done the dishes. Didn't everybody do it like that? Splish, splash I was takin' a bath long about a Saturday night's alright for fighting.
Cruella Collett said…
Haha, clever! I had a teacher once who used to match up idioms. I'd repeat them, but as they were all in Norwegian it wouldn't make much sense...
nonamedufus said…
Cruella: Hva skjer? (I have no idea how to pronounce that!) Yeah I once had a physics teacher who used to say things like "well, that's a horse of a different garage". I only took physics for a month before dropping it.
Count Sneaky said…
Noname, this is the most creative thing I have seen done with idioms yet. This is indeed a canary of a different color than the one in hand
you had in the coal mine before you let the horse out of the bush. Funny stuff, my friend.
Count Sneaky said…
Noname, this is the most creative thing I have seen done with idioms yet. This is indeed a canary of a different color than the one in hand
you had in the coal mine before you let the horse out of the bush. Funny stuff, my friend.

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