Thursday, February 26, 2009

Daily Humor

OK so I am definitely one of these people that needs a laugh just about every day to cope with my surroundings-so as my first order of business as the blog queen I have decided to post something every day that makes me laugh. Now, warning you I have a really strange sense of humor, (those sonic commercials have me rolling) so please do not feel let down if you think it is crazy. Here is a bit of intellectual humor to kick the day off properly.


Every year, English teachers from across the country can submit their collections of actual analogies and metaphors found in high school essays. These excerpts are published each year. Here are some past winners – or at least ones that have have taken the prize. May the copyright gods forgive us if we've erred in posting this for you.

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 underpants 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 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 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 ATM machine.

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

McBride fell 12 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 7:00 p.m. 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 at4:19 p.m. at a speed of 35 mph.

They lived in a typical suburban neighborhood
with picket fences that resembled Nancy Kerrigan's teeth.

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, 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-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.

It was an American tradition, like fathers
chasing kids around with power tools.

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

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