There's nothing romantic, nothing grand, nothing heroic, nothing brave, nothing like that about drinking. It's a real coward's death.
Your face looked like something Death brought with him in his suitcase.
At least I've had one foot in a very normal kind of life.
I'm very well acquainted with the seven deadly sins, I keep a busy schedule trying to fit them in.
Little old lady got mutilated late last night, werewolves of London, again.
I might have made a tactical error not going to a physician for 20 years. It was one of those phobias that didn't pay off.