She had a deep, throaty laugh, like the sound a dog makes just before it throws up.
His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances like underpants in a dryer without Cling Free.
She was as easy as the TV Guide crossword puzzle.
The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn’t.
He spoke with the wisdom that can only come from experience, like a guy who went blind because he looked at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it and now goes around the country speaking at high schools about the dangers of looking at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it.