What can YOU say in six sentences?
Never Bolt the Door with a Boiled Carrot
by Harry B. Sanderford and Sugar
Do I look like I just fell off the turnip truck?
You look like you fell out of the ugly tree and hit every branch on the way down.
Is that a banana in your pocket?
If it walks like a duck, quacks like a duck, looks like a duck, it must be a duck.
Don't count your chickens before they hatch.
It’s like talking to a brick wall.
Top o' the mornin' to all you Sixers!
Harry and I challenge you to come up with your own Completely Cliche Six.
It's as easy as falling off a log!
What acts to follow when life is but a stage but THE SHOW MUST GO ON and this lass with class is gonna keep on keepin' on though sweet as Sugar, Harry, Paul, Jeanette, Michael DB, the insecticide'aid-DDP and the wallowing (with me too lady) hometown-hears-voices Gita sure did bring down the house of cards of 6 ~in spades, with hearts trumpin' I tell you, diamonds in the rough of this spiffy of spiffy writing clubs. This is surely a full boat, as I put my cards on the table, seein' with a keen poker-face that, WHAT'S THE DEAL, Jokers are wild - wonders never cease ~ for I spy Jodi flingin' a frog on the fly ~ My OH MY ~ I wonder why ~ could it be when the house is rockin' there's no bother knockin' but come right in and see what condition everyone's condition is in? (Whoops sorry there ~ left the radio on and you know how music is rhythm and soul when lady slings the blues to keep in tune, hummin' along, singin' my song, side by side, with all the other slingers in the band.) Well happy trails to you two attuned dynamic duo and gosh-gee -- if I knew you were comin' I woulda baked a cake, but someone left the cake out in the rain and I don't think that I can take it 'cause it took so long to bake it and I'll never have that recipe again . . . )
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