I will stop at nothing to reach my objective, but only because my brakes are defective.
I like who I am, and am puzzled to find that not everybody shares this opinion.
Things are gradually falling into place on top of me.
The trouble is that sex is a force of nature, and reason is not.
We must have courage, faith, and lunch together sometime soon.
Please don't tell me there's no need to worry, it's the only thing I'm any good at.