What doesn’t kill you makes you go into a truly flamboyant and obnoxious touchdown dance, just to annoy the opposing team who, of course, tried to kill you.
What doesn’t kill you makes you get your shorts in a knot. Or your panties in a knot. It all depends upon your particular persuasion and preference in underwear. Either way, it’s not very pleasant.
What doesn’t kill you makes you take to the stage and announce to the world your very existence; your reason for being; your stake to your own little piece of this world and your undying quest to find a toaster that actually toasts the bread to the setting you dialed up with those seemingly easy to read icons. Shouldn’t we get real & just have two settings? Warm bread or burnt.
When I was a kid and attended weddings, I thought that when the reverend said for anybody to “speak now or forever hold your peace” he was referring to a bathroom break.
What doesn’t kill you makes you want to do something nutty, like walk an historic “freedom trail” in reverse, just to see if it ends in captivity.
What doesn’t kill you makes you irritable with cramps and you may retain water. This mostly applies if you are female or somehow want to be.
What doesn’t kill you makes you want to be wanted. An odd thought considering how poor your picture will look in the post office.
I once tried improving my vocabulary by eating nothing but Alpha-Bits cereal for breakfast and Alphabet soup for dinner for an entire week. It didn’t work. Interestingly, I did get really good at playing “Wheel of Fortune.”
What doesn’t kill you makes you stand up and be counted. Who does the counting and why it can’t be done while you’re sitting down, I don’t know. Just hope you get a good number.
What doesn’t kill you makes you fret. There’s another word you don’t use everyday. But…maybe…you…should…heh-heh-heh.