The Surrealist Compliment Generator

I received a Surreal Compliment today:

Were giraffe's antennae to sprout from your barnacled elbows, one could but weep for the pretense of a fallen chamber pot.

And another [actually this is more apt for you, N]

An ocean-going tin of crosseyed mussels could never match the melodious burblings of your sister's husband.

All courtesy of the The Surrealist Compliment Generator