Cliches are like beating a dead horse
…or running a subject into the ground
...or dulling a sharp pencil.
Perhaps when the rubber hits the road
…when in Rome, do as the Romans do.
Still I suppose we could just let sleeping dogs lie
...but my cat might have your tongue,
'cause he always tells the truth.
Yet I might just be pulling your leg.
http://www.clichelist.net/
'cause he always tells the truth.
Yet I might just be pulling your leg.
http://www.clichelist.net/
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