Thread: Fast Food Too Far Out There?

True, puns are not my forte. I’m better with analogies and metaphors.


He fell for her like his heart was a mob informant, and she was the East River.


The plan was simple, like my brother-in-law Phil. But unlike Phil, this plan just might work.


The young fighter had a hungry look, the kind you get from not eating for a while.


He was deeply in love. When she spoke, he thought he heard bells, as if she were a garbage truck backing up.


From the attic came an unearthly howl. The whole scene had an eerie, surreal quality, like when you’re on vacation in another city and Jeopardy comes on at 7:00 p.m. instead of 7:30.


It hurt the way your tongue hurts after you accidentally staple it to the wall.


Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across grassy fields toward each other like two freight trains, one having left Cleveland at 6:36 p.m. traveling
at 55 mph, the other from Topeka at 4:19 p.m. at a speed of 35 mph.


The news came as a rude shock, like a surcharge at a formerly surcharge-free ATM.


I’ll get my hat