Bad Metaphors

The hailstones leaped from the pavement, just like maggots when you fry them in hot grease.
-(Gary F. Hevel, Silver Spring)

She caught your eye like one of those pointy hook latches that used to dangle from screen doors and would fly up whenever you banged the door open again
-(Rich Murphy, Fairfax Station)

John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who had also never met.
-(Russell Beland,Springfield)

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