Olds discovered an old letter in the attic that revealed a family secret.

He rolled up to the diner in his shiny Olds, turning every head on Main Street.

I'm picking up the olds from the station tomorrow.

The old dog slept peacefully on his favorite blanket, content after a long life.

After months of unexpected changes, returning to the office felt like the same old same old.

Every day feels like the same old same-old for her, but she still manages a smile.

Every meeting had turned into the same old-same old, with everyone repeating the usual suggestions.

When I asked how his day had been, he just shrugged and said it was the same-old same-old.

When I asked how work was, he shrugged and said, "same old, same old."

When I walked into the office, I realized it would be the same-old, same-old: endless meetings and recycled ideas.