LOL! The Washington Post ran a contest asking teachers to submit bad analogies written by their high school students.  They called it the “Worst Analogy” contest, but some of these are so bad they are good! These are just a few of them, we posted many more below:

• McBride fell 12 stories, hitting the pavement like a Hefty bag filled with vegetable soup.
  
• His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances like underpants in a dryer without Cling Free.
  
• He spoke with the wisdom that can only come from experience, like a guy who went blind because he looked at asolar 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.
  
• Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across the grassy field toward each other like two freight trains, one having left Cleveland at 6:36 p.m. traveling at 55 mph, the other from Topeka at 4:19 p.m. at a speed of 35 mph.
  
• Shots rang out, as shots are wont to do.
  
• The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn’t.
  
• Her hair glistened in the rain like a nose hair after a sneeze.
  
• The hailstones leaped from the pavement, just like maggots when you fry them in hot grease.
  
• They lived in a typical suburban neighborhood with picket fences that resembled Nancy Kerrigan’s teeth.
  
• He fell for her like his heart was a mob informant and she was the East River.
  
• Even in his last years, Grand pappy had a mind like a steel trap, only one that had been left out so long, it hadrusted shut.
  
• He felt like he was being hunted down like a dog, in a place that hunts dogs, I suppose.
  
• She was as easy as the TV Guide crossword.
  
• She walked into my office like a centipede with 98 missing legs.
  
• The plan was simple, like my brother-in-law Phil. But unlike Phil, this plan just might work.
  
• The young fighter had a hungry look, the kind you get from not eating for a while.
  
• “Oh, Jason, take me!” she panted, her breasts heaving like a college freshman on $1-a-beer night.
  
• It hurt the way your tongue hurts after you accidentally staple it to the wall.
  
• It was an American tradition, like fathers chasing kids around with power tools.
  
• He was deeply in love. When she spoke, he thought he heard bells, as if she were a garbage truck backing up.
  
• The politician was gone but unnoticed, like the period after the Dr. on a Dr Pepper can.
  
• Her eyes were like limpid pools, only they had forgotten to put in any pH cleanser.

• Her date was pleasant enough, but she knew that if her life was a movie this guy would be buried in the credits as something like “Second Tall Man.”
  
• The thunder was ominous-sounding, much like the sound of a thin sheet of metal being shaken backstage during the storm scene in a play.
  
• The red brick wall was the color of a brick-red Crayola crayon.
  
• She caught your eye like one of those pointy hook latches that used to dangle from screen doors and would fly up whenever you banged the door open again.
  
• Her pants fit her like a glove, well, maybe more like a mitten, actually.
  
• Fishing is like waiting for something that does not happen very often.
  
• They were as good friends as the people on “Friends.”
  
• Oooo, he smells bad, she thought, as bad as Calvin Klein’s Obsession would smell if it were called Enema and was made from spoiled Spamburgers instead of natural floral fragrances.
  
• The knife was as sharp as the tone used by Rep. Sheila Jackson Lee (D-Tex.) in her first several points of parliamentary procedure made to Rep. Henry Hyde (R-Ill.) in the House Judiciary Committee hearings on the impeachment of President William Jefferson Clinton.
  
• He was as bald as one of the Three Stooges, either Curly or Larry, you know, the one who goes woo woo woo.
  
• The sardines were packed as tight as the coach section of a 747.
  
• Her eyes were shining like two marbles that someone dropped in mucus and then held up to catch the light.
  
• The baseball player stepped out of the box and spit like a fountain statue of a Greek god that scratches itself a lot and spits brown, rusty tobacco water and refuses to sign autographs for all the little Greek kids unless they pay him lots of drachmas.
  
• I felt a nameless dread. Well, there probably is a long German name for it, like Geschpooklichkeit or something, but I don’t speak German. Anyway, it’s a dread that nobody knows the name for, like those little square plastic gizmos that close your bread bags. I don’t know the name for those either.
  
• She was as unhappy as when someone puts your cake out in the rain, and all the sweet green icing flows down and then you lose the recipe, and on top of that you can’t sing worth a damn.
  
• Her artistic sense was exquisitely refined, like someone who can tell butter from I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter.
  
• It came down the stairs looking very much like something no one had ever seen before.
  
• Bob was as perplexed as a hacker who means to access T:flw.quid55328.com\aaakk/ch@ung but gets T:\flw.quidaaakk/ch@ung by mistake.
  
• You know how in “Rocky” he prepares for the fight by punching sides of raw beef? Well, yesterday it was as cold as that meat locker he was in.
  
• The dandelion swayed in the gentle breeze like an oscillating electric fan set on medium.
  
• Her lips were red and full, like tubes of blood drawn by an inattentive phlebotomist.
  
• The sunset displayed rich, spectacular hues like a .jpeg file at 10 percent cyan, 10 percent magenta, 60 percent yellow and 10 percent black.

Source: talesfromanopenbook