lozowick

Life is like a grapefruit. Sometimes is it sweet, sometimes it is sour, like everything it is improved by a little or, in my case, a lot of sugar, it is full of pips, seeds, pulp. And, some people only have half of one in the mornings.

Life is like a tomato sometimes. It is bright red, firm, beautiful on the outside, but the inside is tasteless, mushy, purulent.

Life is like cabbage occasionally, familiar, about the size and shape of the average mans brain, most mens craniums containing the equivalent cabbage intellect.


Similes are the easy part.