piss on someone's cornflakes

English

Verb

piss on someone's cornflakes (third-person singular simple present pisses on someone's cornflakes, present participle pissing on someone's cornflakes, simple past and past participle pissed on someone's cornflakes)

Alternative form of piss in someone's cornflakes.
- 1989, Ted Oliver, Ramsay Smith, quoting Ian Gabb, chapter 21, in Lambs to the Slaughter: A Web of Evil to Rival the Moors Murders, London: Warner Books, published 1993, →ISBN, page 191:
  I really did piss on everyone’s cornflakes. I knew what I was doing but basically I got too big for my boots but please take into consideration, the fact that you and every other person involved in this operation, goes home at night, eats a decent meal, relaxes in a nice warm bath, talks to the wife, plays with the kids, watches the box, puts on a favourite record, gets pissed if he feels like it.
- 1990, Daniel Caplice Lynch, chapter 5, in Ventry: A Novel of Suspense, Secaucus, N.J.: Carol Publishing Group, →ISBN, page 52:
  He had a precise, almost affected manner of speaking, as if words were precious and had to be husbanded. There was, as well, an undertone of something very like resentment. Maybe someone pissed on his cornflakes.
- 2000, Tom Carew [pseudonym; Philip Sessarego], chapter 3, in Jihad! The Secret War in Afghanistan, Edinburgh; London: Mainstream Publishing, published 2001, →ISBN, page 75:
  ‘Tom, they’ve shot down a Russian helicopter on the other side of the village. They’re all off to see it.’ […] I didn’t want to piss on their cornflakes, but there was something they were forgetting: ‘Listen, lads, if you’ve taken out a helicopter, the Russians are going to be back to get the crew.’
- 2006, Floyd Little with Tom Mackie, “Number 77”, in Floyd Little’s Tales from the Broncos Sideline, Champaign, Ill.: Sports Publishing L.L.C., →ISBN, page 6:
  I remember the first day of practice he gave me jersey number 77, to which I replied, “77? I’m a halfback, not a lineman.” He stared at me like I had just pissed on his cornflakes. “Son,” he whispered, “we run the Single Wing here. All backs wear numbers in the 70s. If you want to play, you’ll wear this number.”
- 2008, Sean Bridges, chapter 19, in Better to Be Feared: Jail Life in the Raw, Edinburgh; London: Mainstream Publishing, →ISBN, page 209:
  ‘Why don’t you tell me what trouble you’re causing for me?’ / ‘I figure that you’ve walked all the way to this Hall to tell me yourself what I’ve done to upset you, so the last thing I want to do is piss on your cornflakes.’
- 2008, Twenty Major [pseudonym], “Backstage (8.00pm)”, in The Order of the Phoenix Park, Dublin: Hachette Books Ireland, →ISBN, page 288:
  The faces in front of us became confused, then irate, when the opening bars of ‘Safety Dance’ rang out. This wasn’t what they were expecting, and they looked at us as if we’d pissed on their cornflakes. With blood-flecked urine.
- 2010 May 17, Trevor Warman, chapter 16, in Footprints, Central Milton Keynes, Buckinghamshire: AuthorHouse, →ISBN, page 103:
  I don’t want to piss on your cornflakes or anything, but women don’t just change out of nowhere from my experience. She clearly wants something.
- 2012, Adrian McKinty, “The Scarlet Letter”, in The Cold Cold Ground (A Sean Duffy Thriller), London: Serpent’s Tail, →ISBN, pages 264–265:
  I don’t want to piss on your cornflakes, boys, but the imprint of an ‘S’ in the left-hand comer of an envelope isn’t exactly Nathan Leopold’s glasses prescription, is it?