Sentences That Imply Their Opposites

As usual, I rely on my friends and random commenters for my topics, for I am weak in imagination and possess a paucity of originality not seen since Hollywood discovered the Sequel.

This week's idea came from metamonk. I can't link to him since he has no web presence to speak of. No real presence either, now that I think of it. I imagine him to be the sort who knows all about high energy radio waves and how much concrete you'd need to go 'unnoticed'. He's also the sort, although he's never said it, who's quite comfortable using the phrase 'off the grid'.

This is what happens when you spend the most formative years of your life reading books on espionage, apparently.
Onto the topic: Sentences That Imply Their Opposites

I don't want to be mean but...
I'm not in it for the money...
Comic book collecting isn't just for kids and 40 year old virgins who live in their parents basements, you know.
This won't hurt a bit.
Far be it for me to suggest a change, but...
It's not you, it's me.
Normally I don't watch that show, but I was flipping through the channels and...
I'm pretty slow to anger.
I'm not one to notice looks, usually.
I don't pay attention to celebrity news.
Man, I hate how cars are such status symbols now.
Hey, before you head out home, can I talk to you for just a minute?
I'm not a violent man.
Strip clubs are so lame.
I only read the classics.
Barry Manilow? My mom must've forgotten that CD.

Comments

Greg X Graves said…

I give this 7.892 stars out of 1301 Thumbs Up, which coincidentally is the same rating that I gave to Temple of Doom.

Also, one more for your list: "I liked your story."

9:47 AM

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