Like a wolverine playing harmonica, this sentence is both meaningless and ridiculous, and besides, aren't you supposed to be working instead of reading this kind of stuff on the Internet? 

"The dog days spent catnapping are over, my pet," the retired animal trainer growled. 

"Technology, wielded by the unscrupulous, will manipulate and misdirect us, and eventually bend us to their will in a nightmare scenario no science fiction writer has yet devised," my teacher said in an emotionless voice with a faraway look in her eyes. 

Most of all, he liked the surrealist Magritte for pointing out that we lived in a world of symbols, signs, images that were not in fact what they purported to be. 

A mere suggestion, hint, throat-clearing a-hem, was enough to send Marie into a tizzy if she thought it was even tangentially related to her current choice in boyfriends. 

 You are here, but not here (you are there wherever you are), but I'm thinking of you so it's almost like you are here, but not here.  

Sam's slippery slope was waxed (poetic) by that voice inside his head that always managed to get him in trouble after a couple of drinks. 

With the many place names connected to former presidents, like McKinleyville, California, and Coolidge, Arizona, he wondered if in the future there would be an Obamaville, Hawaii, or even a Carter, Georgia. 

She spent all day writing and rewriting an email in her head that she would never actually send. 

Carl missed the old days when there weren't cameras everywhere and the cops couldn't track you through your phone when you were out committing crimes. 

"Neither a dentist with bad teeth nor a perpetually sick doctor are good advertisements, so for the love of God, get yourself some new glasses," he finally told his optometrist who wore ill-fitting frames with scratched lenses. 

He didn't like advice but, damn, he loved to give it.

Sheila had become so wrapped up in her work drama it was like a dreamer twisted in bed sheets as they thrashed around during a vivid nightmare. 

 It was a constant battle between burgers and calorie burning and the burgers always came out on top. 

"Get out of bed and get to work, you lazy bastard," the note that he'd taped to his own forehead in a drunken haze the night before read. 

Watching her old dog slowly get out of bed that morning, Whitney realized she too was getting on in years and would soon enough feel the creaking of bones and the swelling of joints. 

Delete your apps; shoot your TV; dream your own dreams. 

"Nature abhors a vacuum and so do I," she said, sipping her martini, which was as dirty as her living room. 

He'd seen the worn-out souls with worn-out soles worn down by strife and striving to survive. 

 It's an abstract rallying point for you but for me, it was a day burned into memory, the metallic taste still on the tongue, the smell of burnt plastic still choking, the ghostly faces with thousand-yard stares still walking past.

Their thirst for outrage was only outstripped by the desire to grouse about it online. 

Left to his own devices, Dave would drink too much, only eat pizza, and forget to take out the garbage, so, he soon realized, leaving Lisa because of her complaints about the above tendencies now meant he would probably never change. 

Stan's idea of being spiritual simply meant being mean-spirited. 

From the confines of his mother's basement, Dicky browbeat the world, the internet his steed, his cheeto-and-Red Bull-stained keyboard his lance. 

 The faded lines on the highway were obscured by the driving rain. 

Alice wondered if she'd become agoraphobic or was just lazy.

Harry knew he'd be happy to be nothing more than a historical footnote in some obscure thesis paper. 

Their friendship revolved around putting each other down, drinking, and the deepest, wide-ranging conversations they would ever know (moving in chronological order of their evenings together). 

 That sweet, sweet sound of summer cricket chirps was already coming to an end. 

Eileen had reached the age at which her favorite bands began their nostalgia tours.