The Southern way of phrasing things
By: Brenda Harrison
If you’ve grown up in the South, you’re heard all, or most, of the following sayings about people and life. You’ve probably said some of them yourself:
Well butter my butt and call me a biscuit.
I feel like I’ve been chewed up and spit out.
He’s been rode hard and put up wet!
It is hotter than blue blazes.
Bless your pea-pickin’ little heart!
If you can’t run with the big dogs, stay under the porch.
He’s about as useful as a screen door on a submarine.
She couldn’t carry a tune if she had a bucket with a lid on it.
You better give your heart to Jesus, ‘cause your butt is mine.
I’m gonna tan your hide.
She’s having a hissy fit. He’s having a duck fit. (A step above a hissy fit.)
I been running all over hell’s half acre.
I’m as busy as a one-legged cat in a sandbox.
She has her nose so high in the air she could drown in a rainstorm.
He thinks the sun comes up just to hear him crow.
He squeezes a quarter so tight the eagle screams.
I’m too poor to paint, too proud to whitewash.
I’m as poor as a church mouse.
I’m so poor I can’t afford to pay attention.
He’s as happy as if he had good sense.
Well that just dills my pickle.
She could make a preacher cuss!
If you don’t stop that crying, I’ll give you something to cry about!
She could start an argument in an empty house.
About lying: That dog won’t hunt. If his lips’s movin’, he’s lyin’. You’d call an alligator a lizard.
About stupidity: The porch light’s on, but no one’s home. He’s only got one oar in the water. He hasn’t got the sense God gave a goose.
Source: wanderwisdom. com