I had to come up with 10 sentences for my creative writing class where I finish this sentence; He was the kind of man who..... This is what I came up with. Submit your own versions in the comment box.
He was the kind of man who marked an L for left and an R for right on each individual sock.
He was the kind of man who waits until every woman at the table begins to eat before lifting his fork.
He was the kind of man who plays tic-tac-toe with himself at lunch.
He was the kind of man who wears an Elmo t-shirt and carries a Finding Nemo towel to the gym.
He was the kind of man who walked his high school son to the bus stop every morning.
He was the kind of man who let his ferrets lick peanut butter off his finger every morning.
He was the kind of man who brought anti-diarrheals with him wherever he went.
He was the kind of man who shook the gallon of milk before pouring himself a glass.
He was the kind of man who groped women in crowded subway stations.
He was the kind of man who made himself a scrapbook.
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He was the kind of man who, as of 3 pm the next day, wouldn't anatomically be a man anymore.
(I saw a commercial for Maury Povich today.)
He was the kind of man who read John Grisham novels like they were crack cocaine.
He was the kind of man who was incapable of driving past a stranded motorist.
He was the kind of man who pretended to swim laps in the pool so he could check out women's legs from under the water. ;)
That was too much fun. I love it. Yours were awesome too. Creative writing is a great thing to be studying and doing. So, do you also teach?
Yes. I teach Freshman English and love it.
He was the kind of man who kept finches in a cage.
He was the kind of man who slept with a Little Mermaid night light.
He was the kind of man who kept his toenail cuttings in a china cup.
He was the kind of man who counted the cracks on sidewalks.
He was the kind of man who picked at scabs and mosquito bites.
He was the kind of man who sang songs about anyone that passed by.
He was the kind of man who used mega hold hair gel and wore fingerless driving gloves.
He was the kind of man who would never make eye contact with a woman in an elevator.
He was the kind of man who knew the name of every constellation but struggled with the names of his grandchildren.
He was the kind of man who scrubbed the base of his toilet with an old toothbrush.
he was the kind of man who loved long bus rides in the rain.
i found your blog! i was so glad to see you the other day.
Who are you? I have stumbled on your blog and like you already. You have a great sense of humor and I like your writing style.
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