Have you found the canonical list of dumb blonde jokes on the Internet yet?

Behind them they could almost hear still the fierce sky-flood.

What he worried about was any eventual convexity, a shrinking, it might be, of the planet itself to some palpable curvature of whatever he would be standing on, so that he would be left sticking out like a projected radius, unsheltered and reeling across the empty lunes of his tiny sphere.

She planted me with a smacker so scorchy it singed my socks.