She walked into my office like a centipede with 98
missing legs.
His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking
alliances like underpants in a tumble dryer
Her hair glistened in the rain like nose hair after a sneeze.
She caught your eye like one of those pointy hook latches that used to
dangle from doors and would fly up whenever you banged the door open
again.
The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a
bowling ball wouldn't.
McMurphy fell 12 stories, hitting the pavement like a paper bag filled
with vegetable soup.
Her eyes were like two brown circles with big black
dots in the centre
The dandelion swayed in the gentle breeze like an
oscillating electric fan set on medium.
Her vocabulary was as bad as, kinda' like, sorta, 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
Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across the
grassy field toward each other like two freight one having left Ballina at 6:36 pm travelling at 55 mph, the other from Claremorris at 4:19pm at a speed of 35 mph.
The politician was gone but unnoticed, like the full stop after the Dr. on a Dr Pepper can.
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.
The red brick wall was the colour of a brick-red crayon.
Even in his last years, Granddad had a mind like a steel trap, only one that had been left out so long it had rusted shut.
Shots rang out, as shots are wont to do.
The plan was simple, like my brother Phil. But unlike Phil, this plan
just might work.
The young fighter had a hungry look, the kind you get from not eating
for a while.
"Oh, Jason, take me!" she panted, her breasts heaving like a student on 50cent-a-pint night.
He was as lame as a duck. Not the metaphorical lame duck either, but a
real duck that was actually lame. Maybe from stepping on a land mine or something.
Her artistic sense was exquisitely refined, like someone who can tell
butter from the "I Can't Believe It's Not Butter" ad.
She had a deep, throaty, genuine laugh, like that sound a dog makes
just before it throws up.
It came down the stairs looking very much like something no one had
ever seen before.
The knife was as sharp as the tone used by Mary Harney, Tanaiste, in
the first of her several points of Dail debate made to Bertie Aherne, TD,in the Dail Committee hearings on the suspension of Ray Burke
TD.
The ballerina rose gracefully en pointe and extended one slender leg
behind her, like a dog at a lamppost.
The revelation that his marriage of 30 years had disintegrated because
of his wife's infidelity came as a rude shock, like a surcharge at a
formerly surcharge-free cashpoint.
It was a working class tradition, like fathers chasing kids around with their power tools.
He was deeply in love. When she spoke, he thought he heard bells, as if she were a dustcart reversing.
She was as easy as the Indo crossword.
She grew on him like she was a colony of E. coli and he was room-temperature British beef.
Her voice had that tense, grating quality, like a first-generation
thermal paper fax machine that needed a band tightened.
It hurt the way your tongue hurts after you accidentally staple it to
the wall.
Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two other sides gently compressed by a Thigh Master
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missing legs.
His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking
alliances like underpants in a tumble dryer
Her hair glistened in the rain like nose hair after a sneeze.
She caught your eye like one of those pointy hook latches that used to
dangle from doors and would fly up whenever you banged the door open
again.
The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a
bowling ball wouldn't.
McMurphy fell 12 stories, hitting the pavement like a paper bag filled
with vegetable soup.
Her eyes were like two brown circles with big black
dots in the centre
The dandelion swayed in the gentle breeze like an
oscillating electric fan set on medium.
Her vocabulary was as bad as, kinda' like, sorta, 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
Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across the
grassy field toward each other like two freight one having left Ballina at 6:36 pm travelling at 55 mph, the other from Claremorris at 4:19pm at a speed of 35 mph.
The politician was gone but unnoticed, like the full stop after the Dr. on a Dr Pepper can.
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.
The red brick wall was the colour of a brick-red crayon.
Even in his last years, Granddad had a mind like a steel trap, only one that had been left out so long it had rusted shut.
Shots rang out, as shots are wont to do.
The plan was simple, like my brother Phil. But unlike Phil, this plan
just might work.
The young fighter had a hungry look, the kind you get from not eating
for a while.
"Oh, Jason, take me!" she panted, her breasts heaving like a student on 50cent-a-pint night.
He was as lame as a duck. Not the metaphorical lame duck either, but a
real duck that was actually lame. Maybe from stepping on a land mine or something.
Her artistic sense was exquisitely refined, like someone who can tell
butter from the "I Can't Believe It's Not Butter" ad.
She had a deep, throaty, genuine laugh, like that sound a dog makes
just before it throws up.
It came down the stairs looking very much like something no one had
ever seen before.
The knife was as sharp as the tone used by Mary Harney, Tanaiste, in
the first of her several points of Dail debate made to Bertie Aherne, TD,in the Dail Committee hearings on the suspension of Ray Burke
TD.
The ballerina rose gracefully en pointe and extended one slender leg
behind her, like a dog at a lamppost.
The revelation that his marriage of 30 years had disintegrated because
of his wife's infidelity came as a rude shock, like a surcharge at a
formerly surcharge-free cashpoint.
It was a working class tradition, like fathers chasing kids around with their power tools.
He was deeply in love. When she spoke, he thought he heard bells, as if she were a dustcart reversing.
She was as easy as the Indo crossword.
She grew on him like she was a colony of E. coli and he was room-temperature British beef.
Her voice had that tense, grating quality, like a first-generation
thermal paper fax machine that needed a band tightened.
It hurt the way your tongue hurts after you accidentally staple it to
the wall.
Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two other sides gently compressed by a Thigh Master
99 Brava 100 HSX,Met Cognac
04 Toyota Avensis 2.0 d4d. Champagne. 16" Alloys, Climate, Traction Etc....
