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Friday, October 20, 2006 4:12 AMmeta metaphor
it was the kind of rain in which john lecarre makes secret agents walk across town to the drop-off.the rain fell in a cacophony of tree branches and sumo wrestlers gearing up for a battle royale.
all the ants on the tomato plants washed away like...wait...that's a simile and some alliteration or consonance or something.
the rain fell harder than a floridian in snow.
the rain was wetter than the dew point could withstand.
the rain was heavy. "how heavy was it?" it was so heavy you couldn't check it on a commercial airline. ALERT ORANGE!
chuck norris never cries. hahahahahahaha
ooooo the storm is threatening my very life today
wellsir, if i had to say, i'd say that rain was more severe than '56 but with less "bat-a-latta-latta" and more Neptune's remorse.
go outside in this? i'd rather perform the aristocrats.
if you got a speeding ticket in Vermont in this weather, you'd have to thank the officer for catching influenza and then rush him to a hospital in a state that at least practices something other than 18th century medicine. boy and i hope he's got family somewhere else, cause good luck finding a doctor in a part of the world where the rodents are smarter than the human population. Vermont: may a plague of a thousand Wal-marts descend upon you, you miserable, backwoods, inhospitable hunk of frozen shit. I hope new hampshire eats you. I'd rather see every cockroach in florida breed a family of thousands than see you eat a decent meal. not much chance of that, though, is there? you bland, cowardly, rotten fish-eating philistine. Vermont: when you perish from the earth, hopefully soon, make sure that Phish is not on tour, so that they may perish with you. I'd hope north korea picks you first, but there is nothing in vermont worth dropping a poop on, let alone a nuclear weapon. was that offensive? good. i hope all the bearded flannels choke on their miserable coffee when they read this. wait. the amish will read this before a vermonter does.
when the rain stopped bucky felt the quiet of a beach in his childhood resurface and greet him with a playful splash. ever seen the beach, vermont? didn't think so. (link to this post)
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