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OK More funny stuff <br /> <br />There are from high school essays ENJOY <br /> <br />Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had <br />its two other sides gently compressed by a Thigh <br />Master. <br /> <br />His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking <br />alliances like underpants in a dryer without Cling <br />Free. <br /> <br />She grew on him like she was a colony of E.coli and he <br />was room-temperature Canadian beef. <br /> <br />She had a deep, throaty, genuine laugh, like that <br />sound a dog makes just before it throws up. <br /> <br /> <br />The revelation that his marriage of 30 years had <br />disintegrated because of his wife's infidelity came as <br />a rude shock, like a surcharge at a formerly <br />surcharge-free ATM. <br /> <br />McBride fell 12 stories, hitting the pavement like a <br />Hefty bag filled with vegetable soup. <br /> <br />Her hair glistened in the rain like nose hair after a <br />sneeze. <br /> <br />The hailstones leaped from the pavement, just like <br />maggots when you fry them in hot grease. <br /> <br />They lived in a typical suburban neighborhood with <br />picket fences that resembled Nancy Kerrigan's teeth. <br /> <br />He fell for her like his heart was a mob informant and <br />she was the East River. <br /> <br />Even in his last years, Grandpappy had a mind like a <br />steel trap, only one that had been left out so long, <br />it had rusted shut. <br /> <br />The plan was simple, like my brother-in-law, Phil. But <br />unlike Phil, this plan just might work. <br /> <br />He was a lame as a duck. Not the metaphorical lame <br />duck, either, but a real duck that was actually <br />lame... maybe from stepping on a land mind or <br />something. <br /> <br />The ballerina rose gracefully en pointe and extended <br />one slender leg behind her, like a dog at a fire <br />hydrant. <br /> <br />He was deeply in love. When she spoke, he thought he <br />heard bells, as if she were a garbage truck backing <br />up. <br /> <br />She was as easy as the TV Guide crossword. <br /> <br />She walked into my office like a centipede with 98 <br />missing legs. <br /> <br />Her voice had that tense, grating quality, like a <br />generation thermal paper fax machine that needed a <br />band tightened. It hurt the way your tongue hurts <br />after you accidentally staple it to the wall. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />
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