Bad metaphor contest. Some gems:
The hailstones leaped from the pavement, just like maggots when you fry them in hot grease.
McMurphy fell 12 stories, hitting the pavement like a Hefty bag filled with vegetable soup.
He fell for her like his heart was a mob informant and she was the East River.
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