I just made a killing in the stock market -- I shot my broker.
I was playing golf. I swung, missed the ball, and got a big chunk of dirt. I swung again, missed the ball, and got another big chunk of dirt. Just then, 2 ants climbed on the ball saying, "Let's get up here before we get killed!"
My brother then opened a tall man's shop in Tokyo.
When I read about the evils of drinking, I gave up reading.
Three weeks ago, she learned how to drive. Last week she learned how to aim it.
I bet on a horse at ten-to-one. It didn't come in until half-past five.