She’s as cute as a bug’s ear.
Well, butter my biscuit!
You’re just spitballin’.
Like a fox in a henhouse.
That dog won’t hunt.
Don’t let the cat outta the bag.
Drinkin’ from a firehose.
Can’t make a silk purse out of a sow’s ear.
It’s a patchwork quilt of stories.
We’re in the same boat, bobbin’ down the creek.
Can’t see the forest for the trees.
Bless your heart.
Fast as greased lightning.
Fallin’ on deaf ears.
Give ’em a taste of their own medicine.
High as a cat’s back.
Hollow as a jug.
Up a creek without a paddle.
It’s a frog strangler out there.
Don’t let the sun set on your anger.
Like finding a needle in a haystack.
Slicker than snot on a doorknob.
Hungry as a hound dog.
It’s like herding cats.
Once in a blue moon.
Like a mule in new harness.
She’s got more sense than a sack of monkeys.
Tough as a pine knot.
Madder than a wet hen.
It’s hotter than a blister bug in a pepper patch.
Can’t hit the broad side of a barn.
Slack-jawed and wide-eyed.
Sweating like a sinner in church.
Chasin’ your tail.
Slower than molasses in January.
Like a chicken with its head cut off.
Tighter than Dick’s hatband.
Appalachian Sayings part 2
Raining frogs and holler toads.
It’s like beating a dead horse.
Thicker than a snicker.
Mule-headed.
Busier than a one-legged man in a butt-kicking competition.
It’s colder than a witch’s tit in a brass bra.
Black as the ace of spades.
Flat as a flitter.
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