A colon walks into a bar.
A semicolon walks out.

This also has the benefit of blurring crow's feet and turkey neck.

I know Roddenberry didn't have a lot of money for sets, but his writers could have been more imaginative than that. Also had episodes about American cowboys, American gangsters, American Depression, etc.
Yawn!
I want hitherto unimagined plots, and all of the above were depressingly familiar.

The good thing about this technology is that rich people will be able to benefit from it first, so they'll look better and live longer than everyone else.
Sounds like a formula for civil disorder.

Nature, red in tooth and claw.

--Tennyson

Rodale found himself in a real Fixx.

I prefer Spongeboob Tenbucks.

The right frequency at the right volume will silence most dogs. Check the Web for details.

At a dinner party Churchill says to his dinner companion, "Madam, would you sleep with me for five million pounds?"

The woman responds, "My goodness, Mr. Churchill. I suppose I would."

Churchill replies, "Would you sleep with me for five pounds?"

She answers, "Mr. Churchill, what kind of woman do you think I am?"

Churchill answers, "Madam, we've already established that. Now we are haggling about the price."

Would never work. It would trip over all the Democrat red tape in Chicago.

Later in the 21st century, every baby will be assigned a human ID number, so that we can keep better track of their tomfoolery.

When Americans left St. Joe and Independence for California and elsewhere in the 1850s, they lugged an amazing variety of stuff they considered indispensable.
Once they reached the Nevada desert--with considerable difficulty--they jettisoned as lot of it. Later emigrants said that they could follow the discarded pianos, chairs, barrels, etc., through the desert. Scattered among the litter were the graves of the many killed by various diseases.

The programmer who wrote the software obviously is unfamiliar with range-checking.

It's Klingons.

Still has DNA in it. Maybe intact enough to clone him.