I’m fashion’s apology for bad weather. I make you crinkle, swish, and smell faintly like plastic, but once my is done you hang me up like a wet flag.

Arr, ye rowdy rogues! In a barrel it brews, bringing brawls and boisterous cheers, makes mates merry and sailors sing. Golden grog of the sea, it be the captain's choice for a hearty huzzah!

I lend my strength, so that you could Keep your fireplace full of wood. And if you wish, with just one blow I'll defeat any evil foe. Or if it gets real bad in there, use me on armpits - I don't care.

You've called your boss, and he's agreed to see you today. He gave you a check earlier, but you were hoping for more. Now, sitting across from him, you propose a raise. He falls silent, thinks for a while, but eventually agrees. As a result, you stand to make more money. What kind of table are you sitting at?

What gets stroked before a finished load?