Like Sam Jackson demands the snakes off his plane!

This thread (so far) is like the proverbial desert, tumbleweeds and all...

John, you "Da Man" like Hoover was for 48 years!

Metaphors need love, too.

like robots, like bugs, like dazed zombies bereft of will

I crave beer like a wino also craves beer.
I, a wino, wish for beer like a man who has just arrived at his stupid job craves death. As soon as I demolish this desk I will have beer.

a penis is like a pogo stick, slip 'n slide, sit 'n spin, hippity hop, hobby horse

pips, that vicodin is hitting you like a frieght train full of fat ladies, cinderblocks and Black Sabbath records.

actually, I haven't taken any today (this is my natural state, I'm afraid : )

'Razor Valentine' Lyrics by Thea Gilmore

I love you like a whisper
I love you all alone
I love you like a murder babe
I'm burying the bones
I love you like the last shot
At the bottom of the bottle
I love you razor valentine

I love you like the dancing dust
I love you like the static
I love you like the tarmac
Loves the kiss of morning traffic
I love you like the factory smoke
Wraps it arms around the sky
I love you razor valentine

Oh I've been moving kind of slow don't you think so
Oh I've been taming bloody hearts into valentines

I love you like a ruin babe
I love you like a crime
I love you like a drunk
At the sound of closing time
I love you as the seconds on my tongue
Are running wild
I love you razor valentine.

Like a church with no doors.


(I don't know what it means either.)

a vagina is like clam's casino, calamari, spicy tuna with wasabi, shrimp scampi, crawdads on the Mississippi

(I must be horny or hungry or something)

Pips, you're hilarious! HAHAHAHAHA!

Thanks, Joe... I think I need that vicadin now. I may have strained something.

Save some for me, Pips

vicadin is like a rose petal bath, chocolate fondue, feather bed, hot oil massage, slow tongue...

I think tonight's episode of the Pips & Jonmc show is going to be at least R rated.

//Things I have written in the past.
No 98

Your metaphors have slithered and blistered
Your similies are like an unturned on light
The rhymes that you use are both ineffectual and crude
Your alliteration alludes to not quite alright.

Well, I was never a huge Alexander Pope fan, seanyboy, but he hits the spot here:

'Tis hard to say, if greater Want of Skill
Appear in Writing or in Judging ill,
But, of the two, less dang'rous is th' Offence,
To tire our Patience, than mis-lead our Sense:
Some few in that, but Numbers err in this,
Ten Censure wrong for one who Writes amiss;
A Fool might once himself alone expose,
Now One in Verse makes many more in Prose.