It's a good thing we have gravity or else when birds died they'd just stay right up there. Hunters would be all confused.

The severity of the itch is proportional to the reach.

Yesterday, my eyeglass prescription ran out.

I'm seeing the world partially through the eyes of a kid. Not all the time. There's no black and white to it. But sometimes I'm seeing it like I'm 4.

I bought my brother some gift-wrap for Christmas. I took it to the gift wrap department and told them to wrap it, but in a different print so he would know when to stop unwrapping.

So I got off the plane and I forget to take off my seat-belt and I'm dragging the plane through the terminal... The wings are knocking people over.

A metaphor is like a simile.