Pumbo's Daily Funnies

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

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The red brick wall was the color of a brick-red Crayola crayon.

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She walked into my office like a centipede with 98 missing legs

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He fell for her like his heart was a mob informant and she was the east river.

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The hailstones leaped from the pavement, just like maggots when you fry them in hot grease.

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He was as tall as a six-foot-three-inch tree.

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

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It came down the stairs very much like something no one had ever seen before.

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She had a deep, throaty, genuine laugh, like that sound a dog makes just before it throws up.

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The ballerina rose gracefully en pointe and extended one slender leg behind her, like a dog at a fire hydrant.

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

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It was an American tradition, like fathers chasing kids around with power tools.

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

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Her voice had a tense, grating quality, like a first-generation thermal paper fax machine that needed a band tightened.

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Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two other sides gently compressed by a Thigh Master.