This, folks, is why I require authorization to be on my “buddy list.”
The user 177254271 wants to add you to their buddy list for the following reason:
Hello, how are you?
im fine and you?
Riiiiiight. On a related note, last month’s entry about “missy_kitty” is among the most popular posts I’ve written yet, at least in terms of search engine hits and comments from people I don’t know. It’s so nice to be providing a valuable service, indeed.
I’m tempted to turn some of Lisa’s posted examples of misbegotten metaphor into taglines. I mean, consider the following:
The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn’t.
I’ll grant you, that one’s very Douglas Adams, isn’t it? (“The ships hung in the sky in much the same way that bricks don’t.”) But still. It gets better:
The plan was simple, like my brother Phil. But unlike Phil, this plan just might work.
Priceless!
She walked into my office like a centipede with 98 missing legs.
Now that’s a delightful mental image, isn’t it?
Shots rang out, as shots are wont to do.
Aren’t they though? And my absolute favorite rounds out the list:
It hurt the way your tongue hurts after you accidentally staple it to the wall.
I hate it when I do that!
