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An alliteration ambulates around an Alehouse Atrium.

A' Apocop' walk'd int' a bar, an' say' to th' bartend ..........


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 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.

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On Sun, 7 Jul 2024 20:49:24 (UTC), HenHanna wrote:

An alliteration ambulates around an Alehouse Atrium.

A' Apocop' walk'd int' a bar, an' say' to th' bartend ..........

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 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.

"Ice Cold in Alex" walks into a bar and recreates "Laurence
of Arabia"?

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On 7/7/2024 2:32 PM, LionelEdwards wrote:

On Sun, 7 Jul 2024 20:49:24 (UTC), HenHanna wrote:

An alliteration ambulates around an Alehouse Atrium.

A' Apocop' walk'd int' a bar, an' say' to th' bartend ..........


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 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.

"Ice Cold in Alex" walks into a bar and recreates "Laurence
of Arabia"?

i dnt get it.



Who would have expected a rhetorical question walking in a bar?

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Le 07/07/2024 à 22:32, LionelEdwards a écrit :

On Sun, 7 Jul 2024 20:49:24 (UTC), HenHanna wrote:

A simile walks into a bar, as parched as a desert.

"Ice Cold in Alex" walks into a bar and recreates "Laurence
of Arabia"?

Yes, somewhat parallel scenes. There must be something about heat that
gives one a thirst. As I recall, John Mills craved a beer, while Larry
of Araby preferred lemonade. On which teetotal note...

Biggles walked into a bar...

"'I'll have a Bovril [said Biggles]; you can give me a packet of
biscuits to munch with it. What about you, Ginger?'
"'I'll have some malted milk,' decided Ginger" -
'Biggles Flies North' (1939).

This out in the Canadian wilderness, where men were men and moose were
wary. I think the story is that Biggles originally ordered something
stronger, but his publisher didn't want him to drink. (Biggles turned to
booze to help him cope during WW1 - "'He's drinking whisky for his
breakfast, and you know what that means - he's going fast" - 'B. The
Camels Are Coming'.)

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