I was living in the woods with stinking, ****** hippies when a hippie poured for me a glass of municipal water. Even though I didn't see what the big deal was, I've not drank city water since. Is that Jimi Hendrix? No, it's only a rotting oak tree stump. ****!
I pulled a monstrous flea from my 10-pound chihuahua. Now he walks the straight path with ease. So? It was your bowling ball that knocked down my 9 pin! We ain't spoken since your neck got broken. New pop musically allocates no room for my line: "Wait for me, slow-poke!"