Really Bad Analogies
 

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.



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



McBride fell twelve stories, hitting the pavement like a Hefty Bag filled with vegetable soup.



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.



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.



Bob was as perplexed as a hacker who means to access T:flw. quid55328. com..aaakk/ch@ung but gets T:..flw.quidaaakk/ch@ung by mistake.



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.



Her date was pleasant enough, but she knew that if her life was a movie this guy would be buried in the credits as something like "Second Tall Man.

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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.



The politician was gone but unnoticed, like the period 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.



His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances like socks in a dryer without Cling Free.



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



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 schools about the dangers of looking at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it.



"He smells bad," she thought, "As bad as Calvin Klein's Obsession would smell if it were called Enema and was made from spoiled Spamburgers instead of natural floral fragrances.

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After having printed the book, he felt that very few would remember his participation. Like the football player who passed to the goal scorer.



The baseball player stepped out of the box and spit like a fountain statue of a Greek god that scratches itself a lot and spits brown, rusty tobacco water and refuses to sign autographs for all the little Greek kids unless they pay him lots of drachmas.



I felt a nameless dread. Well, there probably is a long German name for it, like geschpooklicheit or something, but I don't speak German. Anyway, it's a dread that nobody knows the name for, like those little square plastic gizmos that close your bread bags. I don't know the name for those either.



She was as unhappy as when someone puts your cake out in the rain, and all the sweet green icing flows down and then you lose the recipe, and on top of that you can't sing worth a damn.



His fountain pen was so expensive it looked as if someone had grabbed the pope, turned him upside down and started writing with the tip of his big pointy hat.



After sending in my entries for the Style Invitational, I feel relieved and apprehensive, like a little boy who has just wet his bed.

Slicker than something more slippery than snot on a doorknob.

I Invented Bad Analogoies.

Poetry. Absolute poetry.

Like something that's very poematic or something.

Sounds like Leslie Nielson analogies :1orglaugh

Saturday Night live I believe.

Easily my favorite one. I laughed so hard i cried.

Here are some others:

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.

The plan was simple, like my brother-in-law 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.

She walked into my office like a centipede with 98 missing legs.

It hurt the way your tongue hurts after you accidentally staple it to the wall.

Those were all quite good but this one actually got me to chuckle.

LOL! wonder how they are formed!

It almost read like one of those 'Deep Thoughts, by Jack Handey."

:1orglaugh

Great stuff!

I had a feeling they were extracted from student essays. Could be wrong.

It would actually be tough to come up with these on purpose...

they're hysterical though

LOL, thats funny shit!!

EY, you do not insult Lesie Lielson! :1orglaugh

I must have a sick mind, but I liked this one
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Same thing I was thinking about several of them. :1orglaugh

I like:

He was more confused than a baby at a titty bar.

haha some of these are brilliant - these are my favorites.

Make like a fetus and head out.