22 traditions follow the money. The trail goes cold immediately.
The money trail on this thing is murkier than a catfish pond in August.
Someone brought store-bought to the budget meeting and we're all just sitting here pretending we didn't notice.
Whoever bankrolled this left fewer tracks than a sidewinder in a sandstorm.
The sponsor situation is giving "angel investor who pays in exposure."
The money came from up the holler, went down the creek, and the only witness was asleep.
Big as Texas and twice as empty, that's the budget.
Marone — whaddya gonna do? The money's gone and the bodega cat's not talking.
The alligator who handles accounts receivable just crossed the river and ain't coming back.
Who's paying for the round? Everyone's pointing at someone else and the barman's given up.
The sponsor is about as visible as a leprechaun's tax returns.
If the rich could hire someone to explain this budget, the poor would make a very good living.
Who pays? The bear does not choose the music, and the accordion player left in 1993.
The Finanzamt requested documentation. The response reads: "a dachshund was involved." Case remains open.
Money is like love — it arrives without explanation, departs without warning. *sips wine*
Uncle Carmine "handled it." If you ask again, the wooden spoon comes out.
En boca cerrada no entran moscas — flies don't enter a closed mouth. The sponsor's mouth is very closed.
The money trail's about as clear as a kangaroo's motives at a pokies machine.
Every John Crow tink him pickney white — the sponsor thinks this was a sound investment.
Trust in God, but tie your camel — and whoever tied their camel to this budget walked away whistling.
The wise man points at the moon; the fool looks at the finger. The monkey already spent the money on peaches.
An elephant has different teeth for eating and for showing — so does this budget.
The one who carried the calabash did not break it, and the one who broke it was not carrying it.