* A dangling participle walks into a bar. Enjoying a cocktail and chatting with the bartender, the evening passes pleasantly.
* A bar was walked into by the passive voice.
* An oxymoron walked into a bar, and the silence was deafening.
* Two quotation marks walk into a “bar.”
* A malapropism walks into a bar, looking for all intents and purposes like a wolf in cheap clothing, muttering epitaphs and casting dispersions on his magnificent other, who takes him for granite.
* Hyperbole totally rips into this insane bar and absolutely destroys everything.
* A question mark walks into a bar?
* A non sequitur walks into a bar.
In a strong wind, even turkeys can fly.
* Papyrus and Comic Sans walk into a bar. The bartender says, "Get out -- we don't serve your type."
* A mixed metaphor walks into a bar, seeing the handwriting on the wall but hoping to nip it in the bud.
* A comma splice walks into a bar, it has a drink and then leaves.
* Three intransitive verbs walk into a bar. They sit. They converse. They depart.
* A synonym strolls into a tavern.
* At the end of the day, a cliché walks into a bar -- fresh as a daisy, cute as a button, and sharp as a tack.
* A run-on sentence walks into a bar it starts flirting. With a cute little sentence fragment.
* Falling slowly, softly falling, the chiasmus collapses to the bar floor.
* A figure of speech literally walks into a bar and ends up getting figuratively hammered.
* An allusion walks into a bar, despite the fact that alcohol is its Achilles heel.
* The subjunctive would have walked into a bar, had it only known.
* A misplaced modifier walks into a bar owned by a man with a glass eye named Ralph.
* The past, present, and future walked into a bar. It was tense.
* A dyslexic walks into a bra.
* A verb walks into a bar, sees a beautiful noun, and suggests they conjugate. The noun declines.
* A simile walks into a bar, as parched as a desert.
* A gerund and an infinitive walk into a bar, drinking to forget.
* A hyphenated word and a non-hyphenated word walk into a bar and the bartender nearly chokes on the irony .
– Jill Thomas Doyle
“Well, I can clearly see your nuts” replied the Doctor.
They'd be called cellfies.
well, i hear my son whisper just ignore him he’s weird with the milk.
of course i do my bit swirling the milk around in front of their faces making swooshing noises before setting it down.
the guest says, “Mr ____, what are you doing? we aren’t babies”
I know, but my father taught me that it’s very dangerous to drink milk that hasn’t been past your eyes.
A huge groan and my son says, Wait! you’ve been doing that my whole life. it was a setup for a dad joke? this whole time!?!? OMG!
Man I’m proud of this one.
"Arms like laws discourage and keep the invader and plunderer in awe and preserve order in the world as well as property." - Thomas Paine
