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August 16, 2007

David: Run Aground

“He’s not the sharpest thumbtack in the bulletin board.”

“You can say that again.”

“He’s as sharp as a bag of wet mice.”

“Heh. Good one.”

“He’s not the sharpest cheddar in the small, independent cheese boutique.”

“Okay.”

“He’s about as sharp as the rock of Sisyphus after ten thousand years.”

“I think you’ve made your point.”

“He’s not the sharpest sword in King Arthur’s court seeking the Holy Grail.”

“All right, already.”

“His sharpness compares unfavorably to a mass of gas and dust that collapses into a planetoid under its own gravity.”

“For the love of God, shut up!”

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