After she kissed him, she smiled and gazed deeply into his eyes like she was looking for his hippocampus. --blogless
Life is short, nasty and often bloody, like a hard-core wrestling midget. --D Jason Cooper
The hero of the story turned from a tasty hunky hero into a mere slip of the tongue, a hackneyed turn of phrase, a horny goof pointing what once was his steely rod throbbing with power and now was visualized as spasmodic vulgarity and faltering vigor. For indeed, even as anti-hero he lacked forward drift, purposeful concomitant and actionable thought as much as mud flung into the sky only just knows where it is to land and not what will be the bull's eye smackdown. --Dave F.
He stomped down the street, like a ballerina with a broken leg. --Shell I
Understanding women is like opening a can of French onion soup; c'est la vie. --Bill H.
Suzie was blind as a bat, but compensated for it by smelling like a dog. --Whirl
He felt queasy but somehow triumphant, like a zombie that had just eaten his own brain and found that it disagreed with him. --tal
Like a chain-reaction accident on the freeway spread across multiple lanes in its path of destruction, so hideously garish was her make-up, from the frosted pink lips to the rainbow-hued eyes, that I could not look away. --Meri
Her legs quivered like the mucousy blobs of jellyfish that sometimes washed up on the beach, only not quite that disgusting. Except she had spider veins, and they didn't. So maybe quite that disgusting. --Kiersten
Belcher's name brought forth a chuckle no matter how often he was introduced, like a joke about Uranus. --EE