It's a slippery slope indeed. Strap on the crampons of righteousness and ascend to the pinnacle of Mount Pious (AKA Mt Magnolia)

I found a worrying lump next to my right testicle. Luckily it turned out to be my left testicle.

If I fall over in the forest when there's nobody around to hear it, did I really drink those last four pints?

In the event that my postulations continue to reverberate in such lonely fashion, I shall be forced to set off o'er yonder hillock for the purpose of procuring compounds designed to precipitate a psychological episode of the type not at all advocated by the human resources department.

And I shall make no effort to avoid trampling any hedgehog I should encounter en route.

Unless they know the answer to the question.

Opal Fruits used to be made from real opals until the manufacturers discovered that burst stars, like broken biscuits, are much cheaper.