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I've been wanting to start this thread for sometime, as this is something I rather enjoy. Making terrible metaphors and/or overextended metaphors.

So I thought we could have some fun with this (and at the same time adding some traffic to Kimra's domain).

So let's see how this goes.


Love is like a blog. You spend way too much time on it, but you are the only one who cares. Eventually you give up on it and pursue other hobbies.

I like my coffee like I like most women. Platonically.

Life is like a rollercoaster.
It has ups, and downs.
And it makes me want to vomit.

Love is like a ravenous bugblatter beast. It doesn't bother you when you can't see it, but once you remove the blindfold it consumes you whole

Life is like a box of chocolates.
Only about 20% is any good and you go through that pretty quick.
You feel obligated to finish it up, but you just wish it was done already.








Bleak.

You are buying the wrong box of chocolates Lethal.

Life is like a box of chocolates. The good ones are missing and you can tell which ones have the hard centers because they have teeth marks on them.

Life is like a box of chocolates. No one really likes chocolate as much as they say.

Kimra wrote:You are buying the wrong box of chocolates Lethal.

Life is like a box of chocolates. When you are done, you are probably dead.

That one's for all the people allergic to chocolate.

Also, I don't get/buy boxes of chocolates. When I get a chance (at Christmas, primarily, with gifts for my parents from coworkers and the like) I end up picking and choosing the good stuff. I don't like any fruit/chocolate mixes, I don't like coconut, and I'm not a huge fan of the cream-ish ones. That doesn't leave much, and I usually don't like all of those.
I know you can buy specific mixes (I know Pot of Gold has specified boxes, like caramel for example), but I don't buy.

They're good presents for people you hardly know and barely give a shit about yet you have an obligation to give them something.

Life is like a box of chocolates, you buy them for everyone one year and the neighbours dog breaks into the house and eats them all.

True Story.

That poor dog is probably dead now. Have some sympathy, Kimra.

I imagine even if it didn't, it probably deserved to die for its crime anyway.

Actually Sam (the dog) remains to this day alive and stupid. No longer fit enough to climb a vertical ladder in through the kitchen window and then bust through a screen door to get out, but alive. In fact he is the fattest dog I have ever met. Our house is not the only one to have been terrorised by his thieving tendencies. Whole loaves of bread have gone missing!

I wrote a good 300-400 word response in my politics exam likening the interaction between states to interaction with snakes. You know they're more afraid of you than you are of them, but that doesn't stop you grabbing the shovel and cutting its head off.