rendelnep wrote:that had more metaphors than the international amateur poetry writing contest and was smoother than the surface of TMA-1.. Can we have a bad metaphor competition?
"It only happened this morning, but I can remember it like it was yesterday. I was working on a case. It had to be a case, because I couldn't afford a desk. Then I saw her. This tall blond dame. She must have been tall because I was on the third floor. She had this beautiful blonde hair, all the way down her back. None on her head, but al the way down her back. She walked in my door, and rolled her deep blue eyes at me from across the room. I picked them up and rolled them back. We kissed. She screamed. I took the cigarette from my mouth and kissed her again."