Thursday, November 22, 2012

Jokes—Volume 4

Worst Analogy Attempts in High-School Essays

   The little boat drifted gently across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn't. (Russell Beland, Springfield)

   McBride fell 12 stories, hitting the pavement like a Hefty bag filled with vegetable soup. (Paul Sabourin, Silver Spring)

   He spoke with the wisdom that can only come from experience, like a guy who went blind because he looked at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it and now goes around the country speaking at high school assemblies about the dangers of  looking at solar eclipses without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it.  (Joseph Romm, Washington, D. C.)

   She caught your eye like one of those pointy hook latches that used to dangle from screen doors and would fly up whenever you banged the door open again. (Rich Murphy, Fairfax Station)

   From the attic came an unearthly howl. The whole scene had an eerie, surreal quality, like when you're on vacation in another city and Jeopardy comes on at 7 p.m. instead of 7:30. (Roy Ashley, Washington)

   Her hair glistened in the rain like nose hair after a sneeze. (Chuck Smith, Woodbridge)

   Her eyes were like two brown circles with big black dots in the center. (Russell Beland, Springfield)

   Bob was as totally perplexed as the computer hacker who wanted to access T:flw.quid55328.com\aaakk/ch@ung but gets T:flw.quidaaakk/ch@ung by mistake (Ken Krattenmaker, Landover Hills)

   Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever.  (Unknown)

   He was as tall as a six-foot-three-inch tree. (Jack Bross, Chevy Chase, MD)

   The hailstones leaped from the pavement, just like maggots when you fry them in hot grease. (Gary F. Hevel, Silver Spring)

   Her date was pleasant enough, but she knew that if her life were a movie, this guy would be buried in the credits as Second Tall Man. (Russell Beland, Springfield)

   Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across the grassy field toward each other like two freight trains, one having left Cleveland at 6:36 p.m. traveling at 55 mph, the other from Topeka at 4:19 p.m. at a speed of 35 mph. (Jennifer Hart, Arlington—obviously better at math than composition.)

   The politician's absence went unnoticed, like the period after the “Dr.” on a Dr Pepper can. (Wayne Goode, Madison, Ala.)

    lived in a typical suburban neighborhood with gleaming picket fences that went on and on like Nancy Kerrigan's teeth (Paul Kocak, Syracuse, N.Y.)

   John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who had also never met. (Russell Beland, Springfield)

   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. (Barbara Fetherolf, Alexandria) (reality imitates art)

   His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances like underpants in a dryer without Cling Free. (Chuck Smith, Woodbridge)

   The red brick wall was the color of a brick-red Crayola crayon.

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