Friday, August 18, 2006

Analogies probably not found in Great Literature

The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn't.

The man fell 12 stories, hitting the pavement like a Hefty Bag filled with vegetable soup.

Her hair glistened in the rain like nose hair after a sneeze.

Her eyes were like two brown circles with big black dots in the center.

Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever.

He was as tall as a six-foot-three-inch tree.

The hailstones leaped from the pavement, just like maggots when you fry them in hot grease.

John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who had also never met.

The thunder was ominous-sounding, much like the sound of a thin sheet of metal being shaken backstage during the storm scene in a play.

2 comments:

iamnot said...

Oh, I don't know. Number 2 kinda works for me.

House of Suz said...

You made me laugh out loud at work, and that isn't allowed here.