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 Posted: Thu Mar 16, 2006 10:13 pm
Was as colourblind as a goldfish in black-coloured water.
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Posted: Fri Mar 17, 2006 10:33 pm
She was as mysterious as that guy in the trench coat on the neighborhood watch signs
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Posted: Fri Mar 17, 2006 11:41 pm
Her hair looked like a pink hedgehog without spikes.
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 1:32 pm
His analogy was as strange as a radioactive sheep sleeping upside down in a sock eating pencil
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 9:20 pm
Her shirt was so pink that it outshone her incredibly cool analogy.
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 5:48 pm
His fists were clenched like a clenching-device mechanism... meant for the purpose... of clenching...things. confused
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 1:09 am
Her mouth was as dull as a 99999999999999999999999 page long thesis on finance management...or some other similar crap.
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 12:55 pm
Her analogy was as hurtfull as having your hand trapped in a meat-cutting machine while angry coyotes bite your toes and fat penguins fall on your head, and simultaneously giving birth to a baby... through your behind.
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 4:20 pm
His leaf sat limply on his head like a noodle cooked too long perhaps because the chef wandered away to watch cartoons in the middle of making spaghetti.
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 11:35 pm
Her monocle reflected so much light that it reminded me of how a cd reflected the sun's ultraviolet energy into my eyes.
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Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2006 12:42 am
His eyes matched his longjohns as well as a match matches a match.
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Posted: Sun Mar 26, 2006 9:53 pm
Her hair matched her eyes as much as the statement "x+1=x" is true.
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Posted: Mon Mar 27, 2006 11:58 am
His smoker was as ill layered as a hobo in winter
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Posted: Mon Mar 27, 2006 12:37 pm
Her face was like a knife wound on a body that was lying next to a bloddy screwdriver.
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Posted: Mon Mar 27, 2006 9:56 pm
Her tail felt like a thread cut of from a persian rug... or an italian man's moustache.
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