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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 clichι 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 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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