Ok kids, here’sa beach ball and a Frisbee, a pail and a shovel. I want to see an impressive sandcastle by the time we leave. Don’t stray too far. Wait! Leave your sandals here or put on your wet shoes.
George, seriously . . . what are you doing here? I haven’t seen you since our divorce was finalized. You’ve got no right to be here, you’re hardly homeless!
We've seen them block the bridges, block the roads and it's an abomination to humanity to stop basic necessities and goods from entering your country to help your own people.
You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat, And eat three pounds of sausages at a go, Or only bread and pickle for a week, And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.