I knew him/her when they were just knee-high to a grasshopper.
We can keep arguing until the cows come home, but I ain’t gonna change my mind.
It’s raining like a double c#nted cow pissing on a flat rock.
It’s a real frog strangler out there.
You’re about to eat a knuckle sandwich.
You’re pissin’ in the wind.
Last edited by Stammster; 08/08/22.
