XPost: alt.usage.english   
   From: HenHanna@devnull.tb   
      
   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.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)