Beauty is truth, truth beauty– Said Keats. So when a God-like Adonis approaches you, with a knee-trembling, celestial smile; and a voice like the nectar of Olympus, you best believe them when they say the definition of ‘fatuity’ is ‘the expulsion of gases from the rectum’.
Her eyes were like two blue circles with tiny black dots in the middle. The balloon floated like a 747 with failing engines wouldn’t. The cat was as fluffy as a cactus would be if it was covered in feathers instead of spiky things. He was as thick as gravy when you leave it on the side for too long. The situation Cassie found herself in was almost as impossible as trying to turn yourself...