What doesn’t kill you makes you cross the line. Which would turn the line into a t. This puts you on the search for an i and the ever elusive dot.
What doesn’t kill you makes you have trouble fighting your way out of a paper bag. How you found yourself inside of a paper bag is the real question.
What doesn’t kill you makes you trip the light fantastic. This is particularly humiliating to the light fantastic and the loss of self esteem causes it to be known from that point on as the light mundane. The light mundane becomes bitter and hell bent on revenge. At a moment you least expect, you find yourself walking through a crowded restaurant with a sign on your back that says “Eat at Joe’s. Omelets $1.99.” Nobody wins.
What doesn’t kill you makes you, frankly, not give a damn. This especially applies if you are named Rhett Butler and just can’t take any more of Scarlett O’Hara’s crap.
What doesn’t kill you makes you smarter than a 5th grader. But somehow the 4th graders still end up with your lunch money.
What doesn’t kill you makes you grouse. Or is it gross? Well, grousing can be gross. And gross things can make you grouse. Maybe grouse is just gross with an accent. No groans! We will not tolerate the grumbles. Grumbles & groans are gross…or is it grouse?
What doesn’t kill you makes you fritter your time away. How does one fritter anyway? I’ve heard of corn fritters but I somehow think they are not related.
What doesn’t kill you makes you develop a plausible strategy at winning at Tic-Tac-Toe. For real.
What doesn’t kill you makes you paste yourself. I know, I know…the expression is “pace” yourself, but when I was a kid it sounded like paste and considering how often it inadvertently happened, it was more apropos.
What doesn’t kill you makes you make a mountain out of a mole hill. Surprisingly, the tough part was locating a mole hill.