Give the person above you a Surrealist compliment

[Quite Irate]

I think the title is self-explanatory.

If you're not sure what a surrealist compliment would be, here are a few examples:

"Soft sausages would gladly procreate in the bathwater of your verisimilitude."

"You have the vocabulary of an aspidistra in panic."

"The goats you buy shed a perfume that makes Marxism so terribly clear to me."

"You are the sound of one lip kissing."

...I think you get the idea.

 

[Divine1]

Your wardrobe invigorates biomedical sassafras!

 

[Quite Irate]

Your wardrobe invigorates biomedical sassafras!

Your cleverness ferments meat without the need of oxygen.

 

[Divine1]

Your innovation exemplifies redundant egret guano.

 

[Not_Punny]

The anti-static pool-balls in your avator indicate a "cue" of monumental propensities.

 

[Divine1]

Your sizzling federation gives me magnanimous diversion to mastermind my jalapeno ortega.

 

[homelessmandril]

Your reference to an obscure variety of chilli pepper is Thetis to the Peleus of my confusion.




PS please let me know if ive confused simile with metaphor by mistake, it happens sometimes.

PPS this thread is genius.

 

[Quite Irate]

You so truly know your inner plankton, it is a revelation not unlike discovering an impacted toll booth upon the plains of Patagonia.

 

[homelessmandril]

A tremulous feeling of sauce expels your quantity over a charming Regency aftershave, germinating watercress in my frontal lobe.




PS this thread is quite literally the shit, come on everyone, join in...

 

[Divine1]

Your aqua vela personifies my acrimonious soul to envigorate my optimistic essence and my argula wit.

 

[Quite Irate]

You are as orange as a congeleen afro curled around the bony edges of a silver spoon expressing its innermost desires for a lime-based detergent.

 

[Not_Punny]

Pearlescent potatoes ruminating on Grecian vellum scrolls could never quantify the etherial essence of your piquant but never odorous perpiscacity.:wink:

 

[Quite Irate]

Your mother once had eyes that shone like the legs of Mae West.

 

[homelessmandril]

When you crawl feet-first along train tracks, the gathering throng write messages of support on post-it notes fastened to their foreheads.

Oh and there's, like, a clergyman, having sex with a wingnut or something.

 

[fortiesfun]

PS this thread is quite literally the shit, come on everyone, join in...

Only because it is quite literal.

Your avatar possesses a profound reproductive imperative and ironing board combination.

 

[homelessmandril]

Only because it is quite literal.

Your avatar possesses a profound reproductive imperative and ironing board combination.

Your shit is more literary than literal......and perhaps even a little litoral?

 

[fortiesfun]

You have a quick samovar and innate broccoliness.

 

[deepwader]

There is a hint of patchouli with strong bergamot topnotes and deeply submerged cedar and musk bottomnotes about the manner in which you attach your prosthesis

 

[fortiesfun]

You are no permafrost, that's for sure, but still you retain your mammoths like no one I know.

 

[Quite Irate]

How beautiful is the snowshine in your eyes, so directly current from the static in your brain.