You can't land on the moon and say, "Ooh, it's all sticky! It's covered in jam!
It's not a bloody piano, it's a clarenARt...you weird talking person.
I am two lesbians in a man's body.
I want to live till I die. No more, no less.
If you're choking in a restaurant you can just say the magic words, 'Heimlich maneuver,' and all will be well. Trouble is, it's difficult to say 'Heimlich maneuver' when you're choking to death.
We will now sing forth, hymn 405, 'Oh God, what on earth is my hairdo all about?