Every Christmas, my mother makes fruitcakes for Africa.

Playes are the nurseries of vice, the bawd, / That thorow the senses steales our hearts abroad, / Tainting our eares with obscæne bawdery, / Lascivious words, and wanton ribaulry.

I bought a second-hand car but I don't like the colour, so I'm taking it in for a respray.

Strykers Granulated SOAP WILL NOT make you sing “a glorious little washtub song.” But it will make things undirty quick. Like clothes and dishes.