Pray for Cliche Day We Say!

I know I told you to let sleeping dogs lie, and to lie low, but time is on your hands, so just bide your time and take a chill pill and cool your jets. The love of money is the root of all evil, like an iron hand in a velvet glove, you are looking like a lost dog in a meat house. Drink this like a river, and you'll soon be happy as a hog in slop. It could be worse, you know, so there's no point in throwing the baby out with the bathwater. Only time will tell if that burning sensation will heal, but where there's smoke, there's probably fire. No need to get on your high horse to celebrate the fortunes of war. There's not a Chinaman's chance that there's any more milk of human kindness to sip. She's cold enough to freeze the balls off a pool table.