The other day, my friend and I were talking about hit songs from the seventies. And we both agreed that in nineteen seventy-four, there's no way that EVERYBODY was...

I roll big balls of dung, songs of me are rarely sung. I can be bright and shiny, or horned, or tiny.

As a kid, this was the place to play, around your house. As an adult, it's just a hassle to maintain. As you grow older and crotchety, you yell at kids to stay off it.

Kids might play on this in a playground Adults might do this to spice up their marriage

I am the field that contains an answer. I am an island with gaps on either end. It takes many of me to write an essay, unless you're talking about the app.