[stolen from some other forum]
* Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two sides gently
compressed by a Thigh Master.

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

* 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.

* She grew on him like she was a colony of E. coli and he was
room-temperature Canadian beef.

* She had a deep, throaty, genuine laugh, like that sound a dog makes just
before it throws up.

* Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever.

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

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

* 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 7:00PM instead of 7:30.

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

* 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 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.

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

* He fell for her like his heart was a mob informant and she was the East
River.

* Even in his last years, Grandpappy had a mind like a steel trap, only one
that had been left out so long, it had rusted shut.

* 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.

* 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 ballerina rose gracefully en pointe and extended one slender leg
behind her, like a dog at a fire hydrant.

* He was deeply in love. When she spoke, he thought he heard bells, as if
she were a garbage truck backing up.

* 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.

Some of those were really off the wall. But you couldve put the dancing banana with the rest of the dancing fruit.

Happy?

Yes.

very good, ill have to remember some of those for future essays...

I love it. I also love the dancing banana. He'* got a nice groove.

Are we worried about our youth yet?

Speaking as one of the older members here, we're screwed....