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  • An Oxford comma walks into a bar, where it spends the evening watching the television, getting drunk, and smoking cigars.
    A dangling participle walks into a bar. Enjoying a cocktail and chatting with the bartender, the evening passes pleasantly.
    A bar was walked into by the passive voice.
    An oxymoron walked into a bar, and the silence was deafening.
    Two quotation marks walk into a “bar.”
    A malapropism walks into a bar, looking for all intensive purposes like a wolf in cheap clothing, muttering epitaphs and casting dispersions on his magnificent other, who takes him for granite.
    Hyperbole totally rips into this insane bar and absolutely destroys everything.
    A question mark walks into a bar?
    A non sequitur walks into a bar. In a strong wind, even turkeys can fly.
    Papyrus and Comic Sans walk into a bar. The bartender says, "Get out -- we don't serve your type."
    A mixed metaphor walks into a bar, seeing the handwriting on the wall but hoping to nip it in the bud.
    A comma splice walks into a bar, it has a drink and then leaves.
    Three intransitive verbs walk into a bar. They sit. They converse. They depart.
    A synonym strolls into a tavern.
    At the end of the day, a cliché walks into a bar -- fresh as a daisy, cute as a button, and sharp as a tack.
    A run-on sentence walks into a bar it starts flirting. With a cute little sentence fragment.
    Falling slowly, softly falling, the chiasmus collapses to the bar floor.
    A figure of speech literally walks into a bar and ends up getting figuratively hammered.
    An allusion walks into a bar, despite the fact that alcohol is its Achilles heel.
    The subjunctive would have walked into a bar, had it only known.
    A misplaced modifier walks into a bar owned by a man with a glass eye named Ralph.
    The past, present, and future walked into a bar. It was tense.
    A dyslexic walks into a bra.
    A verb walks into a bar, sees a beautiful noun, and suggests they conjugate. The noun declines.
    A simile walks into a bar, as parched as a desert.
    A gerund and an infinitive walk into a bar, drinking to forget.
    A hyphenated word and a non-hyphenated word walk into a bar and the bartender nearly chokes on the irony.

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