Still more of the wost analogies ever written
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The lamp just sat there, like an inanimate object.

She grew on him like she was a colony of E. coli and he was room-temperature Canadian beef.

Her pants fit her like a glove, well, maybe more like a mitten, actually.

The sunset displayed rich, spectacular hues like a .jeg file at 10% cyan, 10% magenta, 60% yellow and 10% black.

Fishing is like waiting for something that does not happen very often.

The dandelion swayed in the gentle breeze like an oscillating electric fan set on medium.

The ballerina rose gracefuly on pointe and extended one leg behind her, like a dog at a fire hydrant.

The revelation that his marriage of 30 years had disintegrated because of his wife's infidelity came as a rude shock, like a surcharge at a formerly surcharge-free ATM.

and finally

The sardines were packed as tight as the coach section of a 747.[/list]

Keep'em flying