the Second Official Not-Pepsoid Writing Challenge

...enormous pink wheely-bins full of custard and potatoes. She bit down hard on the sausage like... :-) * P * :-) ( Read my blog! - www.oddcourgette.blogspot.com )

She bit down hard on the sausage like it was a kamikaze eel about to dive down her throat and choke her to death if she didnt rip it in half. Rooney plays the piano like... Juliet

Sven nibbled his fingernails nervously like they were tiny little worlds and he was a cruel intergalactic tyrant bent on causing death, destruction and mayhem wherever he went. The angelfish juggled the empty baked bean tins like... :-) * P * :-) ( Read my blog! - www.oddcourgette.blogspot.com )

The angelfish juggled the empty baked bean tins like... a bald eagle dodging flying trashcans in a cyclone, more by luck than management, with a striking sense of anticipation and balance. The robot danced like...

...a dancing robot. The Post-It note exclaimed its adoration of the looming monolith like... :-) * P * :-) ( Read my blog! - www.oddcourgette.blogspot.com )

The yorkshire terrier savaged the nylon stockings like ...the sex hound that he was. Ripping them off the shapely legs with his pearly white teeth, gently nipping the pliant flesh beneath with a playful bite. The repentant monk prayed like...

The repentant monk prayed like an upturned stapler undergoing intense metaphysical torment at its inability to arrive at a suitably profound use for its last staple. The purple caterpilar dropped onto the pile of shoes like... :-) * P * :-) ( Read my blog! - www.oddcourgette.blogspot.com )

The rosary swung like a cat on the end of a chain, trying desperate to get to the other side of the chasm. The leaves fluttered like... :-) * P * :-) ( Read my blog! - www.oddcourgette.blogspot.com )

The sandcastle tumbled like an existential treatise teetering on the brink of obfuscation. The breasts jiggled like... :-) * P * :-) ( Read my blog! - www.oddcourgette.blogspot.com )

The breasts jiggled like a 45 stone belly dancers belly after she'd been hit by a taser. The porn star sucked like...

The porn star sucked like... like so many failed, talentless, only in it for the money, actresses before her. Her performance might possibly have been described as enthusiastic but somehow only served to demonstrate her lack of style and talent. Asked why she did such artistically bancrupt parts she nonchalantly replied "A girl's gotta eat..." The white tipped waves rushed toward the golden beach like...

The hamster edged its way along the window ledge like... A confused bloodhound which had lost the scent beside a rocky stream and wandered slowly along the narrow bank sniffing and snuffling for signs of where to go next. The fly moved ever closer to the spider like...

The fly moved ever closer to the spider like an inebriated plankton screaming "Land! Land at last!" at the blue whale who would never be aware of its existence. The particle of dust floated out of the window like... :-) * P * :-) ( Read my blog! - www.oddcourgette.blogspot.com )

The particle of dust floated out of the window like a piece of Pepsoid's brain. Pepsoid's contribution to abctales is like mykle's...

Pepsoid's contribution to abctales is like mykle's smile, welcome and wanted. The steam filled the room like

The steam filled the room like... midnight-mass carols on a crispy Christmas Eve, rising quickly, filling the church with warmth, threatening to raise the roof, only to escape through windows and doors, to drift off, on up to heaven. The sun suddenly broke through the clouds and its light danced across the lakeland water like...

The sun suddenly broke through the clouds and its light danced across the lakeland water like.... a new posting by poetjude The record 'scritched' in it's empty grooves like.....

The record 'scritched' in it's empty grooves like a Klingon with a stutter. The computer virus wormed its way into the bowels of the Microsoft Corporation like... (PS. thanks, Halfbloodme!) (PS. also like Mykle's steam one - lovely!) :-) * P * :-) ( Read my blog! - www.oddcourgette.blogspot.com )

The macaroni slid on the fork like a 'hangover poo'... etc ...or... The macaroni slid on the fork like the uncontrollable descent of a drip of snot, which has patiently bided its time, awaiting the perfect moment to declare its presence, then doing so as it percieves the owner from whose nostril it descends to be in a job interview or date with a lovely lady or suchlike. The Tory Party leader squirms uncomfortably in his chair as the talkshow host questions his "loyalty" to a previous leader, like... :-) * P * :-) ( Read my blog! - www.oddcourgette.blogspot.com )