After repeatedly ignoring the warning signs, the company had to make one's bed and lie in it when the system crashed during the busiest week of the year.

Rumor has it the coffee shop on Main Street will close next month, so I'm planning to visit this weekend.

Despite the heavy rain, he chose to lone it to the festival rather than wait for a friend.

When the light turned green, he told his friend to give it the gun, and the sports car roared forward.

Rumour has it that the small family-run bakery on the corner will finally reopen under new owners.

Careful not to drop your pack; you'll have to coon it across that fallen beam.

We will take it in turns to drive across the country so no one gets too tired.

If you don't stop arguing right now, put a lid on it — I'm not listening to this anymore.

I missed the train, spilled my coffee, and now my phone won't turn on — fuck it, I'll work from home tomorrow.

The evidence is weak, but be that as it may, we must proceed with the experiment.