Dear Diary,
I had a flat day. My performance was as flat as a tire that just ran over a nail. It was as flat as the world before Pythagoras and Eratosthenes. It was flat like a bottle of soda that sat open in the sun too long. It was flat like a bad karaoke singer. I'm talking pancake flat. Crepe flat. More flat than a British apartment.
Obama signed an extension of the Bush tax...
Source: http://www.observer.com/2010/dow-diary-flat-punctured-tire?utm_medium=partial-text&utm_campaign=home
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