The rolling car gathers no pine needles.
"Honestly, does my ass look big?"
"I'm unique, I'm special" - Danny kept repeating his mantra.
Bart was getting sick and tired pulling all the weight around here.
Mortality is for suckers, Edward thought.
That was before he was shot, gutted and his bones put up to bleach in the sun. He still thought it was a bit wimpy, though.