Monday, October 4, 2010

Phraselet No. 120

Now, the barmaid was a lady in her thirties and, maybe on account of her unhealthy habits, she was not as pretty as she once had been. But though her features were growing coarse, she still had a glamorous cascade of dyed blonde hair, and her tight T-shirt and tight jeans showed off massive round breasts, long legs, and a tight backside, all of which, she made sure, were jutting and shivering and swaying like a gelatin cuckoo clock as she approached.

- Andrew Klavan, Shotgun Alley


pattinase (abbott) said...

How can you not read on?

Loren Eaton said...

Great simile, isn't it?