Such a Cliche

I'll drink to that, three sheets in the wind, the Booze cruise Drinking like a fish, kicking the bucket a fine kettle of fish, beyond the pale. A fish out of water. When it rains, it pours, on a dark and stormy night, raining cats and dogs. A force to be reckoned with, the perfect storm, so weather the storm and get your feet wet. Every dog has its day, fighting like cats and dogs. Look what the cat drug in, the hair of the dog that bit you, Just pulling your leg. What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, ignorance is bliss. No pain, no gain, a chip off the old block, banging your head, against a brick wall. A loose cannon, armed to the teeth, the kiss of death. Biting the bullet, caught in the crossfire, losing your head, Can't hold a candle to, burning the candle at both ends, at the crack of dawn, caught with his pants down, the naked truth, a checkered past. Out of the frying pan into the fire. Playing with fire, a burning question, that inflames me! This is for the birds, two in the bush, killing two birds with one stone Fair weather friend’s, fly the coop and birds of a feather flock together Looking like the cat, that ate the canary, the bird's eye view. Cat got your tongue, the big cheese is a better mousetrap Don't look a gift horse, in the mouth and the horse you rode in on Beating a dead horse, I got to see a man about a horse! Living hand to mouth, biting the hand that feeds you, A knuckle sandwich, that’s a mouthful. He is full of himself