Kidd_Wadsworth
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Hit me with a great metaphor.
His scream was loud. It was the cubicles at Taco Bell, combined.Hit me with a great metaphor.
BRO YOU LOOK LIKE A VOLUME OF THE US TAX CODE!Hit me with a great metaphor.
BRO YOU LOOK LIKE A VOLUME OF THE US TAX CODE!
Your soul is as empty as my wallet.
The clouds were full of life as they raced down south, with their massive dark grey tendrils waving through the air and onto the earth. The harsh and howling sirens were their enemy, and those living clouds knew how to win.Hit me with a great metaphor.
sleep is a free-trial of deathHit me with a great metaphor.
Didn’t you say she lived in the town down 80 miles yonder? Going around saying that ‘She is the town in all practicality, for she is the only reason people know of it.’"My girlfriend is the square root of -100. A solid ten, but also imaginary."
That's a little harsh on the Chinese.![]()
You are a walking chinese construction. Poorly/ cheaply made and prone to breakdowns.
Great but not original. Offenheimer I believe.Now, I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds.
Nope, not a metaphor.I got nothing
Okay, use a metaphor to describe the state of your kitchen, your closet, your love life, or almond joy ice cream. Yeah, I know almond joy ice cream is heaven only sweeter.I can't think of any unless I've got something to explain,![]()
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I think you should reverse it. "I'd been on this case for 4 days and still no clues, no leads, no nothing. I was blind."A blind man is like a detective without any clues - he's searching for answers but has no leads to follow
Love this!Getting a toddler dressed is a recipe for an argument.
Expand please. "Most people think that sleep is a free-trial of death, but not me. I've been there--dead, I mean. Sleep isn't death. Because when you're dead, and your soul is rotting in hell, they don't let you sleep."sleep is a free-trial of death
Give me more. I'm left with too many questions.The clouds were full of life as they raced down south, with their massive dark grey tendrils waving through the air and onto the earth. The harsh and howling sirens were their enemy, and those living clouds knew how to win.