I don't pinky swear. I don't believe Clint Eastwood does either.
I don't supersize on the fries. Supersonic flight? Faster than I need.
I think it would be cool to grab a coffee with David Bowie. Or Beck. I think people complain waaaaay too much these days.
I will always keep my waist the same size it was in high school, and I will always prefer the genius of button fly Levi's 501 jeans.
When somebody really really tries, when somebody goes all out, nobody calls that gung-ho anymore. Which is too bad. I like hyphenated words. Kitty-come-down-the-lane-jump-up-and-kiss-me is the longest one supposedly, but. But.
I don't believe everything I read on the Internet.