While idling away some time reading in a bookstore, I came across a scene in which two women were laughingly bandying similes of the sort below -- and getting progressively more and more salacious. Here are the first few, for you to paint over to read the details. Perhaps we can create some of our own.

• Men are like mascara: they run at the first sign of emotion.
• Men are like commercials: you can't believe a word they say.
• Men are like copiers: you need them for reproduction, but that's about it.
• Men are like blenders: you know you need to have one; you just don't know why.

To get your creative juices going, I'll mention that the remainder compared men to coolers, lava lamps, chocolate, ketchup in a squeeze bottle, plungers, coffee, and snowstorms. But don't limit yourself to that list!

Are women going to be able to be part of this too?

Men are like ice cream cones, a little drippy, but oh so good!

Of course, this goes both ways.

Women are like potato chips: one is never enough.
A women is like a budget: at a certain time of the month, there's no living with it.

Hmmmmm

Men are like noodles: they're always in hot water, they lack taste, and they need dough.

Men are like parking spots: the good ones are always taken and what is left is either too small or handicapped.

OR

Men are like used cars: easy to get, cheap and unreliable.

Men are like tool boxes: always looking for the right socket

Men are like credit cards: slightly square; often colorful; and really handy when you need them

Men are like meringue: Easy to get it stiff but it falls so easily

Women are like casinos: a lot of glitz, a little show, but if you're not careful they'll take every penny you have.
Women are like fairy tales: made up, but with delightful endings.
Women are like bikinis: however much they may reveal, what they conceal is far more interesting.

Men are like bicycles: They make your crotch sore, then go flat when you really start getting somewhere.

Women are like automated answering systems: Push all the right buttons, follow their directions to the letter, and you still get disconnected.

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To get your creative juices going, I'll mention that the remainder compared men to coolers, lava lamps, chocolate, ketchup in a squeeze bottle, plungers, coffee, and snowstorms.

Continuing.

• Men are like coolers: put some beer in them, and you can take them anywhere you want.
• Men are like lava lamps: interesting to look at, but not too bright.
• Men are like chocolate: sweet, smooth, fun to nibble -- but they usually go right to your hips.

There's a fun improv game called "I like my women like I like my X", which this thread reminded me of.

My favorite has and always will be

I like my women like I like my coffee, strong and black.

I like my men like I like my chocolate: strong, dark and smooth with just a hint of bittersweetness.

I like my men like I like my music: creative, sexy and improvisational.

Women are like fine wine. They all start out fresh, fruity and intoxicating to the mind and then turn full-bodied with age until they go all sour and vinegary and give you a headache.

Women are like snow flakes. They are all beautiful. They are all different. They can all be cold as ice. But they'll all melt when they land on your face....

sour and vinegary and give you a headache???

I'm hurt ( I think...)

Now men... they are like a great scotch. Bright and tingly with youth, in middle age they lose their sharp edges, and in old age they become smoky and mellow.

Women are like numbers, and

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... Numbers can be natural, rational, irrational, or unreal. Everything which is real is either rational or irrational. Everything that is natural is rational, and everything that is transcendental is irrational. Transcendental numbers are those which transcend our notion of defining a number. These are numbers like pi, and e, which can only be expressed as infinite summations of numbers.

go figger.

LOL, Jerry!

Nice one.

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Originally posted by jerry thomas: Women are like numbers.

Women are like an infinite series of numbers: [paint] some are convergent, but with others you can go as far as you like.

Oh, these are just getting better and better! Jerry, it's great to see you posting again.

A little credit would be nice...

: )

Women are like onions. They make you cry, even when you peel their wrappings off.

Women are like floor tiles. If you lay them right at the very beginning, you can walk all over them.

Women are like computers. They take forever to warm-up and you always wish you had a newer model.