You really fucked up this time.

He was deader than a dead dog's bone buried down a blind alley off a dead-end street in a ghost town. Man, he was dead.

I listened to that inarticulate tripe, wishing that the BBC still employed rigorous journalists instead of 'wokelings' who are afraid to question anything for fear of seeming sexist or racist.

I shy away from investment opportunities I don't understand.