Or as a former colleague used to say if he was telling you how much he didn't want to do something...
I'd sooner nail my cream crackers to a telegraph pole with bent rusty nails and a broken hammer.
Many years ago, when my present husband and I first started courting, we were in a pub when one of the local yobs tried to make jokes about the Irish. Hover told him to pack it in, the yob came over and took an "aggressive stance' in front of him. Mr. Fly, 6'4" and well built, stood up, "You've lost the standing-up contest, what else would you like to lose?'
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