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.
An oxymoron walked into a bar, and the silence was deafening.
A bar was walked into by the passive voice.
A verb walks into a bar, sees a beautiful noun, and suggests they conjugate. The noun declines.
Three intransitive verbs walk into a bar. They sit. They converse. They depart.
A non sequitur walks into a bar. In a strong wind, even turkeys can fly.
A comma splice walks into a bar, it has a drink and then leaves.
A dyslexic walks into a bra.
A subjunctive would have walked into a bar, had it only known.
A gerund and an infinitive walk into a bar, drinking to forget.