Here’s a writing prompt for you. It’s a simple fill-in-the-blank. You can use one word or several. Feel free to get as crazy, genre-appropriate, or as imaginative as you want. The point is to get the creative juices flowing. And it’s a good thing to dig deeper, so don’t stop at the first idea that hits you. Try coming up with at least five things.
“She’s hotter than _______.”
I’ll give you one example to get you started:
“She’s hotter than a habanero on fire.”
I’d love to hear what you come up with, so please share in the comments. Oh, and please keep your posts below an R-rating. It’s a family show, after all!
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Thanks to Samary, Steve, Nila Kay, Roger Vines, Scott Wesley, Cathy, Andrew Clayton, Wally Henderson, Justin Heath, and Matt Martoccio for their great additions to Wordplay Thursday #17 (read it here)! Great job!
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… her sister?
Um, not going and further down that road I think. We have jokes in the UK about Norwich and Gornal and marrying relatives and so forth. Write your own. Then pick up your banjo and turn it into a song. :o)
She’s hotter than the ashes falling from my cigarette
She’s hotter than my first cup of morning coffee
She’s hotter than a v8 engine with no coolant.
She’s hotter than a summer day with no ac
She’s hotter than the bitcoin bubble
She’s hotter than Puerto Rico’s hottest temperature.
She’s hotter than volcanic explosions.
She’s hotter than a flare at the sun.
She’s hotter than heat stroke.
She’s hotter than Victoria’s secret.
She’s hotter than the news main
page .
She’s hotter than squealed tires.
She’s hotter than Mexican chili hot sauce.
In spanish:
Ella esta mas caliente que pitorro sin curar.
she’s hotter than the temper of her father
She’s hotter than an eskimo in Kokomo!
She’s hotter than whatever is causing global warming!
She’s hotter than a thermometer filled with lava!
– your butt after a 4 hour drive
– the sun on the day that it was born
– steam on a cold winter’s morn
she’s hotter than fresh baked buns
she’s hotter than a tin roof on a sunny day
she’s hotter than her lips that melt my heart
she’s hotter than the sweltering sun
she’s hotter than fresh laid blacktop
she’s hotter than a smoking gun
she’s hotter than a straight shot of rum
She’s hotter than the sweltering sun
She’s hotter than the sun on a tin roof
She’s hotter than fresh laid blacktop
She’s hotter than a smoking gun
She’s hotter than a straight shot of rum
She’s hotter than that wedding band hid in your hand
She’s hotter than bare feet walking on a black tin roof.
She’s hotter than a blow torch cutting though cold hard steel.
She’s hotter that a sun baked, black top road in July.
She’s hotter than any high couture fashion model from Paris.
She’s hotter than a Mexican pepper patch full of angry rattle snakes in the middle of August.
She’s hotter than new love (…said with deepest southern accent that you can muster… )
She’s hotter than a July Saturday night
She’s hotter than cayenne chili
She’s hotter than the summer beach sand
She’s hotter than a guy named Rod with a sweet car
(…I don’t what this means, but it has counseling written all over it…) 🙂
She’s hotter than the blue-plate special on a Friday night.
She’s hotter than a trotter racing down to the finish line.
She’s hotter than the bed of my pickup parked for hours in the sun.
She’s hotter than a church girl oughtta be.
She’s hotter than a summer knight in shining armor.
She’s hotter than cayenne pepper in a recipe.
She’s hotter than the devil’s bacon grease
She’s hotter than barefootin’ blacktop.
She’s hotter than Mrs. Satan’s chili.
She’s hotter than the devil’s branding iron.
She’s hotter than a burnin’ barn.
She’s hotter than a Harley’s exhaust pipe.
She’s hotter than she was when she was mine !
She’s hotter than two minks in a wool sock
She’s hotter than your brain on drugs
She’s hotter than a cold day in hell
She’s hotter than a cat on a tin roof
she’s hotter than the summer sun
She’s hotter than a sunny day on the fourth of July
she’s taking my heart on one hell of a ride
She’s hotter than a July pin-up
She’s hotter than a Yellowstone Geyser
She’s hotter than a hundred watt light bulb
She’s hotter than a bee hive hit with a broom handle
She’s hotter than a Manhattan heatwave.