They were fucking like rabbits all night.

The bar's honky tonk-like atmosphere drew a crowd of country fans in boots and hats.

The brass band's oom-pah-like rhythm had everyone tapping their feet.

When we finally reached the rest stop, she peed like a racehorse and sighed with relief.

After the long road trip, Jenna dashed into the rest stop and disappeared behind the bushes, peeing like a racehorse to catch up on a missed bathroom break.

I couldn't just sit there like a lemon while the meeting fell apart, so I stood up and suggested a plan.

When the server crashed, Jenna was on it like a car bonnet, rebooting machines and rerouting traffic before anyone else had finished their coffee.

They worked like merry hell to finish the project on time.

Explaining the project's risks to the board felt like talking to a wall.

It's hard to feel like oneself after moving to a new city.