When I stepped on a landmine, I felt defeeted. But there were violent protests in support of me – so I did enjoy some no toe rioty.
Magician’s assistants are highly sawed after.
Only when you are exposed to cannon fire, will you be one with the holey fodder.
A mugger attacked me with a sharp tool, but I knocked him out with a stale baguette. This proves that loaf conquers awl.
Somebody punctuated me in the face, and I ended up in a comma.
Don’t discuss units of heat with me. I will BTU!
I took a swing at the fog, but I mist.
A punch to the side of the head, aka a knuckle ear missile.
If you shoot someone in the eye you might not kill them, but you might give them Glock coma.
Bottom feeters need an ass-kicking.