“You can’t squeeze blood from a turnip,” I said into the phone, “and yes, I know it’s supposed to be blood from a stone, but we’re well past that stage, don’t you think; besides, I’ve never been any good with either the legalities or the metaphors surrounding the crushing of the individual spirit, although I kind of like the song Money For Nothing by Dire Straits, if that’s any help - but it’s not, is it?”
I’ve always been partial to “Lawyers Guns and Money”. Care to cue it up?
Show-off!
You’re supposed to be able to get something from a turnip. Or not get it. But I know there’s a turnip metaphor somewhere.
(My favorite mixed metaphor of all time came from my ex-husband: Well, you’ve opened that can of worms, so now you’ll have to lie in it!)
i still like best like beating milk from a dead horse.
ewwww
yeah, and it just gets worse the more you think about it