In Vegas, I got into a long argument with the man at the roulette wheel over what I considered to be an odd number.

This is like putting all your chips on number 27 and spinning a roulette wheel. There is so much potentially bad that could happen, and it's not necessary to do it.

I have an existential map. It has 'You are here' written all over it.

I got this powdered water - now I don't know what to add.

I'm writing a book. I've got the page numbers done.

My roommate got a pet elephant. Then it got lost. It's in the apartment somewhere.