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* 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.
* 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.
* 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 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.
* 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.
* 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.
– Jill Thomas Doyle
