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			 Probably the earliest flyswatters were nothing more than some sort of striking surface attached to the end of a long read more 
	 Probably the earliest flyswatters were nothing more than some sort of striking surface attached to the end of a long stick. 
		
 
	
			 I remember that one fateful day when Coach took me aside. I knew what was coming. "You don't have to read more 
	 I remember that one fateful day when Coach took me aside. I knew what was coming. "You don't have to tell me," I said. "I'm off the team, aren't I?" "Well," said Coach, "you never were really ON the team. You made that uniform you're wearing out of rags and towels, and your helmet is a toy space helmet. You show up at practice and then either steal the ball and make us chase you to get it back, or you try to tackle people at inappropriate times." It was all true what he was saying. And yet, I thought something is brewing inside the head of this Coach. He sees something in me, some kind of raw talent that he can mold. But that's when I felt the handcuffs go on. 
		
 
	
			 Laurie got offended that I used the word "puke." But to me, that's what her dinner tasted like.  
	 Laurie got offended that I used the word "puke." But to me, that's what her dinner tasted like. 
		
 
	
			 If you're robbing a bank and you're pants fall down, I think it's okay to laugh and to let the read more 
	 If you're robbing a bank and you're pants fall down, I think it's okay to laugh and to let the hostages laugh too, because, come on, life is funny. 
		
 
	
			 As we were driving, we saw a sign that said "Watch for Rocks." Marta said it should read "Watch for read more 
	 As we were driving, we saw a sign that said "Watch for Rocks." Marta said it should read "Watch for Pretty Rocks." I told her she should write in her suggestion to the highway department, but she started saying it was a joke - just to get out of writing a simple letter! And I thought I was lazy! 
		
 
	
			 If trees could scream, would we be so cavalier about cutting them down? We might, if they screamed all the read more 
	 If trees could scream, would we be so cavalier about cutting them down? We might, if they screamed all the time, for no good reason. 
		
 
	
			 Too bad when I was a kid there wasn't a guy in our class that everybody called the "Cricket Boy", read more 
	 Too bad when I was a kid there wasn't a guy in our class that everybody called the "Cricket Boy", because I would have liked to stand up in class and tell everybody, "You can make fun of the Cricket Boy if you want to, but to me he's just like everybody else." Then everybody would leave the Cricket Boy alone, and I'd invite him over to spend the night at my house, but after about five minutes of that loud chirping I'd have to kick him out. Maybe later we could get up a petition to get the Cricket Family run out of town. Bye, Cricket Boy. 
		
 
	
			 He was a cowboy, mister, and he loved the land. He loved it so much he made a woman out read more 
	 He was a cowboy, mister, and he loved the land. He loved it so much he made a woman out of dirt and married her. But when he kissed her, she disintegrated. Later, at the funeral, when the preacher said, "Dust to dust," some people laughed, and the cowboy shot them. At his hanging, he told the others, "I'll be waiting for you in heaven--with a gun.". 
		
 
	
			 Instead of trying to build newer and bigger weapons of destruction, we should be thinking about getting more use out read more 
	 Instead of trying to build newer and bigger weapons of destruction, we should be thinking about getting more use out of the ones we already have.