Yall wouldn't last 10 minutes in Tennessee!
Being a teenage girl is harder than going through a balloon shop with a porcupine purse.
Like walking barefoot through a field of cows after their mornin sit-down.
Yanked him out like a hungry raccoon in a doughnut shop dumpster.
That boy flip-flops more than a catfish in a moon bouncer.
You buy a thirsty man a cow and he'll have all the milk he wants, but he still won't have enough to wash down his cookies.
It's on like mud on a pig.
Bunny man say what?
Mean girl say what?
Weirdo say what?