The whole world cried out, in unison, and demanded that the United States government not kill a metric fuckton of Iraqis. But the Iraqis still died by the metric fuckton.

No sweet scent of the exotic cheroot taints the air, there are scarcely even any smokers, and no one seems to be employing the men's room either to take on fuel or to make a brisk exchange of spermatozoa.

The paintings and sculptings found in caves such as Lascaux and Altamira in today's France and Spain date from as recent as 9,000 BCE […]

The lady owner came out of the store, snatched the ticket from the windscreen, flung it to the ground and screamed: ‘You silly little man!’ at the warden, who was completing his entry of the offence in his book. He was of average height, but the rich invariably diminutize those who upset them.