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 ...entence 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. They looked at one another and Alvin led her to the makeshift dance floor and wrapped his arms around her. Soon they were swaying to the music just meters from the roaring bonfire. At first, keeping a little space between them but slowly and gradually they moved closer, brushing against one another. He moved behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close. His fingers gliding across her waist brushing against her bare skin making it tingle under his touch. She was. Yes, I’m sure of it, the woman didn’t have any pants on. After an awkward silence for about 30 seconds, I looked in the other direction and led Shemp to the water for a quick drink. Then I intended to head back up to the road and continue our walk. Just as I was leaving, the woman called out to me. ‘Don’t leave … I know you caught me being naughty … would you like a blowjob?’ The woman had a somewhat deep voice that sounded very erotic. I didn’t know what to say and finally put together a few. “Doesn’t mean it’s not a cunning disguise, but I’d feel safe confronting them right now, so long as my weapon’s out and I’m free to fire.”“Rules of Engagement,” Shaun said. “Do not fire unless in defense of self or others. But if either of those apply, drop them.”“Yes, sir,” Victor replied, as the others murmured agreement.“Felicia?”“Haven’t gotten a good look at mine, they’re hiding in the stairwells. There may be more than two, come to think of it.”“I was assuming that was a possibility,”.