"Figurative Milkman"
Once upon a time there was a very figurative milkman. So figurative in fact that he was actually a white paint distributor. Well, one day the figurative milkman was walking his figurative dog, who was, in all actuality, a painting of a ferret attached to a stiff-wire leash. As the figurative milkman walked his figurative dog, he whistled a figurative tune. In fact, the tune was so figurative that it was actually a string quartet and it only appeared as though he was whistling the sounds that a string quartet would make. I say would because this whole situation was decidedly figurative.
The figurative milkman was forlorn, because he could only swing a date with a figurative woman. And we all know the drawbacks of inflatable dolls.
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