Where there is a will there is... a dead relative.
There is a light at the end of the tunnel... but no one has ever seen it.
Every cloud has a silver lining... the gold ones have already sold.
If a tree falls in a forest and no one is there to see it... the loggers make a killing.
It costs an arm and a leg... but its way cheaper than getting married.
You can lead a horse to water... just follow the stink of dead fish.
Is your glass half full or half empty... then hurry up its your round.
If the shoe was on the other foot... you would look pretty stupid.
Better late than never... especially if you only met her/him once.
Mar 17, 2019
Mar 17, 2019 at 12:53 AM UTC
Where there is a will there is... a dead relative.
There is a light at the end of the tunnel... but no one has ever seen it.
Every cloud has a silver lining... the gold ones have already sold.
If a tree falls in a forest and no one is there to see it... the loggers make a killing.
It costs an arm and a leg... but its way cheaper than getting married.
You can lead a horse to water... just follow the stink of dead fish.
Is your glass half full or half empty... then hurry up its your round.
If the shoe was on the other foot... you would look pretty stupid.
Better late than never... especially if you only met her/him once.
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