The champagne was dead. So it goes.

...Skyscraper National Park

That specific remedy for the worldwide epidemic of depression is a gift called the blues.

The crowd, having been promised nothing, felt cheated, having received nothing.

I was a victim of a series of accidents, as are we all.

Before you kill somebody, make absolutely sure he isn't well connected. So it goes.

Dear future generations: Please accept our apologies. We were rolling drunk on petroleum.