Idiom with a Twist, Eleven Ninety Nine

I prefer to know that the next word is the most likely one to follow previous. As such, I am in love with machine-style assays. I mean essays. Or, what's the difference? Anyway, give me the cliché finish once its started. The second bite of macaroni & cheese, so to squeak. Or a pun. I like fun.

It's how drinking becomes an unsolvable problem. The studied approach is another and another and another. Et cetera. Latin stumbling. Hang over. Mac & cheese. Repeat. But, the thing about idiomatic insanity: it reverses the old trope. Do the same thing over and over. Do expect new results.

It's the investor creed: let that interest compound and one day, bam! volatility. And bam! volatility cracks the liver into onion. Boom, do not drink. For that idiom, as with all of them, heads down the infinite river trail and the ocean arrival is delayed until after good life. Assuming you're a dualist too.

It's just easier to optimize by poles, when the only two directions are north and south and always choose Santa. That's a good religion. It's got a beginning, a dictate, and a goddy terminus. Penguins are hell, of course.