Farberisms starting with h

Half a loaf is better than two in the bush.
Half a worm is better than none.
Hands were made before feet.
Have it prepared under my signature.
Have more discretion in the face of valor.
Have the seeds we've sown fallen on deaf ears?
Have we been cast a strange eye at?
Have we gone too fast too far?
He and his group are two different people.
He came in on my own volition.
He can't hack the other can of worms.
He choked on his own craw.
He deserves a well-rounded hand of applause.
He didn't even bat an eyebrow.
He didn't flinch an eyelid.
He disappeared from nowhere.
He doesn't have the brain to rub two nickels together.
He doesn't know which side his head is buttered on.
He drinks like a sieve.
He flipped his cork.
He gave me a blanket check.
He got taken right through the nose.
He got up on his highheels.
He grates me the wrong way.
He has a dire need, actually it's half-dire, but he thinks it's double-dire.
He has a marvelous way of extruding you.
He has a very weak indigestion.
He has a wool of steel.
He has feet of molasses.
He has his ass on the wrong end of his head.
He has his crutches around her throat.
He has his foot in the pie.
He has his neck out on a limb.
He has his pot in too many pies.
He has the character of navel lint.
He has the courage of a second-story man.
He hit the nose right on the head.
He is as dishonest as the day is long.
He just sat there like a bump on a wart.
He keeps his ear to the vine.
He knows which side his pocketbook is buttered on.
He knows which side of his bread his goose is buttered on.
He may be the greatest piece of cheese that ever walked down the plank.
He needs to get blown out of his water.
He popped out of nowhere like a jack-in-the-bean-box.
He pulled himself up on top of his own bootstraps.
He rammed it down their ears.
He reads memos with a fine tooth comb.
He rules with an iron thumb.
He said it thumb in cheek.
He should be gracious for small favors.
He smokes like a fish.
He wants to get his nose wet in several areas.
He was hoisted by a skyhook on his own petard!
He was hoisted by his own canard.
He was hung by his own bootstraps.
He was left out on the lurch.
He was putrified with fright.
He wears his finger on his sleeve.
He would forget his head if it weren't screwed up.
He'll get his neck in hot water.
He'll grease any palm that will pat his ass.
He's a bulldog in a china shop.
He's a child progeny.
He's a fart off the old block.
He's a lion in a den of Daniels.
He's a little clog in a big wheel.
He's a shirking violet.
He's a wolf in sheep's underware.
He's a young peeksqueek.
He's as crazy as a bloody loon!
He's as crazy as a fruitcake.
He's as happy as a pig at high tide.
He's as quick as an eyelash.
He's bailing him out of the woods.
He's been living off his laurels for years.
He's being pruned for the job.
He's being shifted from shuttle to cock.
He's biting the shaft and getting the short end of the problem.
He's breathing down my throat.
He's casting a red herring on the face of the water.
He's clam bait.
He's cornered on all sides.
He's faster than the naked eye.
He's fuming at the seams.
He's going to fall flat on his feet.
He's got a rat's nest by the tail.
He's got a tough axe to hoe.
He's got four sheets in the wind.
He's got his intentions crossed.
He's got so much zap he can barely twitch.
He's king bee.
He's letting ground grow under his feet.
He's like a wine glass in a storm.
He's like sheep in a bullpen.
He's lying through his britches.
He's not breathing a muscle.
He's off in a cloud of ``hearty heigh-ho Silver''.
He's on the back of the pecking order.
He's one of the world's greatest flamingo dancers.
He's paying through the neck.
He's procrastinating like a bandit.
He's reached the crescent of his success.
He's restoring order to chaos.
He's running around like a bull with his head cut off.
He's running around like a chicken with his ass cut off.
He's running around with his chicken cut off.
He's running from gamut to gamut.
He's running off at the seams.
He's salivating at the chops.
He's seething at the teeth.
He's sharp as a whip.
He's singing a little off-keel.
He's so far above me I can't reach his bootstraps.
He's so mad he is spitting wooden nickels.
He's somewhere down wind of the innuendo.
He's spending a lot of brunt on the task.
He's splitting up at the seams.
He's the best programmer east of the Mason-Dixon line.
He's the king of queens.
He's the last straw on the camel's back to be called.
He's too smart for his own bootstraps.
He's tossing symbols around like a percussionist in a John Philip Sousa band.
He's up a creek with his paddles leaking.
He's within eyeshot of shore.
Heads are rolling in the aisles.
His eyeballs perked up.
His position is not commiserate with his abilities.
His feet have come home to roost.
His foot is in his mouth up to his ear.
His head's too big for his britches.
History is just a repetition of the past.
Hold your cool!
How old is your 2-year old?

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