The Simpsons have a little son and Gwen is preg with number two.

When I was 18 I was grimy af. I wouldn't share my food with you even if you were starving and about to die.

Nothing moved in sky, land, or sea, except a frill of milkwhite foam along the nearer angles of the shore, shreds of which licked the contiguous stones like tongues.

The butcher was covered in the accumulated grue of a hard day's work