A dangling participle walked into a bar. Enjoying a cocktail and chatting with the bartender, the evening passed pleasantly.
A bar was walked into by the passive voice.
An oxymoron walked into a bar, and the silence was deafening.
Two quotation marks walk into a “bar.”
A malapropism walked into a bar, looking for all intensive purposes like a wolf in cheap clothing, muttering epitaphs, and casting dispersions on his magnificent other, who takes him for granite.
Hyperbole totally rips into this insane bar and absolutely destroys everything.
A question mark walked into a bar?
A non sequitur walked into a bar. In a strong wind, even turkeys can fly.
Papyrus and Comic Sans walked into a bar. The bartender says, Get out! We don’t serve your type.
A mixed metaphor walked into a bar, seeing the handwriting on the wall but hoping to nip it in the bud.
A comma splice walked into a bar, it has a drink and then leaves.
Three intransitive verbs walked into a bar. They sit. They converse. They depart.
A synonym strolls into a tavern.
At the end of the day, a cliché walked into a bar, fresh as a daisy, cute as a button, and sharp as a tack.
A run-on sentence walked into a bar it starts flirting with a cute little sentence fragment.
Falling slowly, softly falling, the chiasmus collapsed onto the bar floor.
A figure of speech literally walked into a bar and ended up getting figuratively hammered.
An allusion walked into a bar, despite the fact that alcohol was its Achilles heel.
The past, present, and future walked into a bar. It was tense.
A dyslexic walked into a bra.
A verb walked into a bar, sees a beautiful noun, and suggests they conjugate. The noun declines.
An Oxford comma walked into a bar, where it spent the evening watching the television, getting drunk and smoking cigars.
A simile walked into a bar, as parched as a desert.
A gerund and an infinitive walked into a bar, drinking to forget.
A hyphenated word and a non-hyphenated word walked into a bar, and the bartender nearly choked on the irony.
If you don’t see the humor in some of these sentences, take two aspirin and call me in the morning.
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Paul Thayer is a full-time professional book editor with more than 35 years of experience. During that time he worked in the trenches of the real world of writers, editors, and publishers. He uses his extensive knowledge to help writers who still have a lot to learn, offering them critiques and line editing of their work.