Farberisms starting with t

Take care of two stones with one bird.
Take it with a block of salt.
That aspect permutes the whole situation.
That curdles my toes.
That curdles the milk of human kindness.
That didn't amount to a hill of worms.
That doesn't cut any weight with him.
That job is at the bottom of the rung.
That makes me as mad as a wet hatter.
That opens up a whole other kettle of songs.
That problem is getting pushed into the horizon.
That puts me up a worse creek.
That really uprooted the apple cart.
That restaurant is so crowded no one goes there anymore.
That solves two stones with one bird.
That was a mere peanut in the bucket.
That was almost half done unconsciously.
That was like getting the horse before the barn.
That was the corker in the bottle.
That was the pan he was flashed in.
That would drive him right out of his banana.
That would have been right up Harry's meat.
That'll take the steam out of their sails.
That's a ball of another wax.
That's a bird of a different color.
That's a camel's eye strained through a gnat's tooth.
That's a different jar of worms.
That's a horse of a different feather.
That's a matter for sore eyes.
That's a measle-worded statement if I ever heard one.
That's a sight for deaf ears.
That's a tough nut to carry on your back.
That's a two-edged circle.
That's a whole new ballpark.
That's an unexpected surprise.
That's getting to the crotch of the matter.
That's just putting the gravy on the cake.
That's no sweat off my back.
That's not my sack of worms.
That's obviously a very different cup of fish.
That's pushing a dead horse.
That's the other end of the coin.
That's the straw that broke the camel's hump.
That's the wart that sank the camel's back.
That's the way the old ball game bounces.
That's the whole ball of snakes.
That's the whole kettle of fish in a nutshell.
That's the whole kettle of fish in a nutshell.
That's the whole kit and caboose.
That's their applecart, let them choke on it.
That's water under the dam.
That's way down in the chicken feed.
That's when I first opened an eyelash.
That's worse than running chalk up and down your back.
The aggressor is on the wrong foot.
The analogy is a deeply superficial one.
The atmosphere militates against a solution.
The ball is in our lap.
The die has been cast on the face of the waters.
The early bird will find his can of worms.
The early worm catches the fish.
The eggs we put all in one basket have come home to roost.
The faculty has cast a jaundiced eye upon the waters.
The fervor is so deep you can taste it.
The foot that rocks the cradle is usually in the mouth.
The fruits of our labors are about to be felt.
The future is not what it used to be.
The grass is always greener when you can't see the forest for the trees.
The gremlins have gone off to roost on someone else's canard.
The grocer's son always has shoes.
The groundwork is thoroughly broken.
The hand is on the wall.
The horse is stolen before the barn even gets its door closed.
The idea did cross my head.
The ideas sprang full-blown from the hydra's heads.
The importance of that cannot be understimated.
The initiative is on the wrong foot.
The lights are so bright the air is opaque.
The meeting was a first-class riot squad.
The onus is on the other foot.
The pipeline has ramped up.
The restaurants are terrible -- the town is completely indigestible.
The sink is shipping.
The up-kick of all that will be nothing.
The viewpoints run from hot to cold.
The whole thing is a hairy potpourri.
The wishbone's connected to the kneebone.
Their attitude is to let lying dogs sleep.
There are enough cooks in the pot already.
There are too many cooks and not enough indians.
There are two sides to every marshmallow.
There hasn't been much of a peep about it.
There is a prolifery of new ideas.
There is no surefool way of proceeding.
There is one niche in his armor.
There is some milk of contention between us.
There was danger lurking under the tip of an iceberg.
There were foot-high puddles.
There will be fangs flying.
There's a dark cloud on every rainbow's horizon.
There's a flaw in the ointment.
There's a little life in the old shoe yet.
There's a lot of blanche here to carte.
There's a lot of bull in the china shop.
There's a lot of credibility in that gap!
There's a strong over current here.
There's a vortex swimming around out there.
There's going to be hell and high water to pay.
There's laughing on the outside, panelling on the inside.
There's more than one way to skin an egg without letting the goose out of the bag.
There's no place in the bowl for another spoon to stir the broth.
There's no two ways around it.
There's nothing like stealing the barn door after the horse is gone.
There's some noise afoot about the problem.
There's some trash to be separated from the chaff.
They are straining at nits.
They are unscrupulously honest.
They are very far and few between.
They closed the doors after the barn was stolen.
They descended on me like a hoar of locust.
They don't like to dictate themselves to the problem.
They don't see eye for eye with us.
They don't stand a teabag's chance in hell.
They fell all over their faces.
They just want to chew the bull.
They just want to shoot the fat.
They locked the door after the house was stolen.
They make strange bedfellows together.
They rolled their eyebrows at me.
They run across the gamut.
They sucked all the cream off the crop.
They sure dipsied his doodle.
They unspaded some real down to earth data.
They went after him tooth and fang.
They wrecked havoc in the kitchen.
They'll carve that spectrum any way we desire it.
They're atrophying on the vine.
They're colder than blue blazes.
They're coming farther between.
They're dropping his course like flies.
They're dying off like fleas.
They're eating out of our laps.
They're germs in the rough.
They're grasping for needles.
They're spreading like wildflowers.
They're very far and few between.
They're working their bones off.
They's chomping their lips at the prospect.
They've beaten the bushes to death.
They've got the bull by the tail now.
They've reached a new level of lowness.
Things are all up in a heaval.
Things have slowed down to a terrible halt.
Things keep falling out of it, three or four years at a time.
This bit of casting oil on troubled feathers is more than I can take.
This field of research is so virginal that no human eye has set foot on it.
This ivory tower we're living in is a glass house.
This office requires a president who will work right up to the hilt.
This program has many weaknesses, but its strongest weakness remains to be seen.
This thing kills me to the bone.
This wine came from a really great brewery.
This work was the understatement of the year.
Those are good practices to avoid.
Those guys are as independent as hogs on ice.
Those guys weld a lot of power.
Those people have no bones to grind.
Those words were very carefully weasled.
Time and tide strike but once.
To be a leader, you have to develop a spear de corps.
To coin a cliche, let's have at them.
To sweeten the pie, I'll add some cash.
To the cook goes the broth!
Together again for the first time.
Too many chiefs spoil the soup.
Too many drinks spoil the broth.
Too many hands spoil the soap.
Trying to do anything is like a tour de force.
Trying to get a doctor on Wednesday is like trying to shoot a horse on Sunday.

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