We are an unusual lot with our speech pattern.
Yank asked me one day after I got off the plane at Newman, "how many people on the flight this morning"
I just muttered "F... all" as one does when the plane is less than half full


He asked me three more times before I realised that he couldn't make head nor tail of what I was saying.
His answer to my reply when I explained that maybe 15-20 people was:
"Son, that dont make no literary sense"




Some mechanical ones
More leaks than a Chinese restaurant
Thrown a leg out of bed (cylinder block ventilated with con rod or something similar)