Fell out of the family tree.

May a Misguided Platypus lay its Eggs in your Jockey Shorts.

This employee is really not so much of a has-been, but more of a definite won’t be.

Gates are down, the lights are flashing, but the train isn’t coming.

Sarcasm: intellect on the offensive.

Since my last report, he has reached rock bottom and has started to dig.

Has two brains; one is lost and the other is out looking for it.

Jack eating rotten cheese did say, “Like Sampson, I my thousands slay.” “I vow” quoth Roger “so you do, And with the self-same weapon too.”

When she opens her mouth, it seems that this is only to change whichever foot was previously in there.

He’s so dense, light bends around him.