I was feeling silly today, so we're going to do some unfavorable comparisons.
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His voice was like a fallen angel: broken, burned, and tortured.
Her drumbeat had the rhythm of an epileptic seizure.*
Your breath is like garbage that's been left out in the sun for three weeks.
What did I think of your speech? It was like listening to a gathering of drunk alley cats at midnight while I'm trying to sleep.
*Before anyone asks: no, that was not inspired by something that happened at class last night. I've just had drumming on my mind and that, combined with something Greg wrote the other day, produced that rather unflattering comparison.