Joel writes:
> 
> His bus was as rusty as the inside of a 20-year old can of Spam.
> 
> 
> The Vanagon cornered on the icy street like a Dachshund on kitchen vinyl.
> 
and...

The bus back-fired like an exploding can of tuna.

Midnight shakes the memory like a madman shakes a dead battery.
(apologies to T.S. Elliot)

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