Every time I stand up, a different body part hurts.  This is like the worst f***ing game of roulette ever.

I’m in a big rush today, so I’m going to have to make a few hasty generalizations.

You understand.

We thought its front wheel sheared him right in half, but it turns out it was only a false dichotomy. He was fine, but we still had to appeal to authority to make him be more careful.

Lorraine must be a fine woman indeed for having so splendid a dish named for her.

Either the lights are flickering or I am having a stroke.

Admittedly, neither possibility excludes the other.

Hey, I do realize that there are certain gifted individuals among us who can tell that something is “fake” simply because they dislike it.  So fact-checking is really only necessary for those of us who lack such rarefied discernment.