'It was a dark and stormy night. He'd grown weary of waiting for the rainbow to emerge. After the rain, his stomach was growling so he threw in his towel, turned on the washing machine and went to butter some toast which of course fell buttered side down. Looking over his shoulder to the clock on the mantlepiece he sighed. His wife wouldn't return till the cows came home.'
Objective: squeeze as many cliches into a paragraph as you can. Gee.
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