ACTUALLY I DIDN’T EVEN GET UP TO THE METAPHOR STAGE. I JUST LOOKED AT THE THREE SENTENCES I’D WRITTEN AND REACHED FOR THE “dG” KEY COMBINATION.
I just ate steak and chips and I was going to write a big, manly blog to go with my meal but I ran out of metaphors for sexual repression so I decided to write one long sentence instead of three or four long paragraphs and throw an image from the internet in there for good measure.
Go on, whine about it.