Monday, March 8, 2010

CLICHE

I tell myself to push the envelope and don't ever give up. Go out in a blaze of glory; it aint over till the fat lady sings. But you should say your prayers, you are going to be pushing up daisies. When push comes to shove you are all bent out of shape. I've had it up to here, your bark is worse than your bite.

I'm playing chess with my friend and I inform him of his imminent loss. He gets fairly upset by this claim, especially when I follow it through by decimating his pawns. Then we have a brief discussion about our favourite dogs.