Like a bee returning to the hive, is every conversation to house prices.
Beware the skin of the scantily dressed, it demands your attention but never gets enough.
The slugger brings his hand to the remote, but cannot even press the power function.
Answer a fool in the comment section and you will be like them.
The fool says, “There is neither right nor wrong”. But his way is right in his own eyes.
Food for the eater, wine for the drinker. Uber delivers them both.
The sluggard works his upper body alone. His legs are like that of a newborn fowl, in the day of trouble they will surely fail. The diligent are made of iron, his legs are of bronze, fine bronze from the mines of Western Australia. He will never stumble.
Another sequel, another season. But it’s never as good as the first.
The fool’s speech is like the obnoxious exhaust of a modified sports car. Only he thinks it sounds any good.
Words posted in haste are not forgotten with time.
Bigvai and Shiphrah 