* 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 clich 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
They'd be called cellfies.
well, i hear my son whisper just ignore him hes 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 arent babies
I know, but my father taught me that its very dangerous to drink milk that hasnt been past your eyes.
A huge groan and my son says, Wait! youve been doing that my whole life. it was a setup for a dad joke? this whole time!?!? OMG!
Man Im proud of this one.