Simile, schmimile - metaphor, whatevaphor.
Your eyes.
Your eyes are like a midsummer sunset on a tropical island, watched from atop a cliff which provides a magnificent view of the island's shoreline, which totally makes it worth it despite the awfully difficult climb that preceded the entire event, although perhaps you shouldn't have worn those shoes, but you did and we'll have to deal with this despite you purposefully ignoring my advice before we left, like last time, when I told you not to wear such loose fitting clothes to the local zoo and the alligator managed to grab your scarf so that I had to throw away my barely half finished slurpee and wrestle first the alligator and later the alligator trainers to get that damned scarf back, and when I finally did, you didn't want to wear it anymore, such a waste of a good slurpee, which cost like an arm and a leg on this tropical island because ice apparently is so damn hard to come by, much like every other luxury we've come to get used to, like electricity and decent toilets, I mean, how can you not have decent toilets, everybody shits, right?
Yes, that's what your eyes are like.
Cheers
Your eyes are like a midsummer sunset on a tropical island, watched from atop a cliff which provides a magnificent view of the island's shoreline, which totally makes it worth it despite the awfully difficult climb that preceded the entire event, although perhaps you shouldn't have worn those shoes, but you did and we'll have to deal with this despite you purposefully ignoring my advice before we left, like last time, when I told you not to wear such loose fitting clothes to the local zoo and the alligator managed to grab your scarf so that I had to throw away my barely half finished slurpee and wrestle first the alligator and later the alligator trainers to get that damned scarf back, and when I finally did, you didn't want to wear it anymore, such a waste of a good slurpee, which cost like an arm and a leg on this tropical island because ice apparently is so damn hard to come by, much like every other luxury we've come to get used to, like electricity and decent toilets, I mean, how can you not have decent toilets, everybody shits, right?
Yes, that's what your eyes are like.
Cheers
7 Comments:
Wasn't there some old Indian guy who said he lived on water alone and hadn't shit in 30 years or something?
Cause that would kinda ruin your simile.
You lie!
I do no such thing! And I resent you saying that I do!
Ha. Ha ha ha.
But you could be lying when you say you don't. And you must be lying when you say you resent me, because honestly, who resents me?!
I'm unresentable.
Cheers
Actually, no.
No, no, no.
No.
My name isn't "Marlies" for nothing, you know. It means that I mar lies, oh yes, it does.
Whatever.
P.S.: your comments things seems to be acting up again.
It means that you 'mar lies' - I don't even know what that means.
On the comment thingie - no it does not, you lie again!
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"To mar" means "to destroy", right? So that must mean that I destroy lies, and not fabricate them! I'm the mighty unlying Lies!
And the comment thingy did too!
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