Yeah, but I don't believe everything I read.
For my sister's 50th birthday, I sent her a singing mammogram.
I'm writing a book. I've got the page numbers done.
When I was a fetus, I used to sneak out at night when my mother was sleeping. I figured I should start stealing stuff while I still had no fingerprints.
Experience is something you don't get until just after you need it.
I washed a sock. Then I put it in the dryer. When I took it out, it was gone.