I was laughing so hard, I started busting a gut.
She used to be such a bad cook that her fried chicken was known to have turned someone into a vegetarian.
Jerry looked like he'd just found out they were going to dip him in a pot of boiling milk.
The thunder roared. The lightening lashed.
Unless you're as stupid as a lamppost, you've got to wonder what's coming off next, your arm?
Todd's next punch crashed into the side of my ear and I fell on the floor and pulled my knees up to my chest and crossed my arms in front of my head like a turtle in a shell.
He started huffing and puffing with his eyes bucking out of his head and his chest going up and down so hard that it looked like some kind of big animal was inside of him trying to bust out.
I crouched down low and was as quiet as a mouse.
In her eyes, Todd's mouth was a prayer book.
The locomotive was hissing and spitting coal-black smoke into the sky.