Only bad golfers are lucky. They're the ones bouncing balls off trees curbs turtles and cars. Good golfers have bad luck. When you hit the ball straight a funny bounce is bound to be unlucky.
The joys of friendship inert the heart and fizzy home bouncing jubilantly with laughter-buttered love.
Too many vital education dollars that should be spent in the classroom are bouncing around in the federal bureaucracy.
And the first rude sketch that the world had seen was joy to his mighty heart till the Devil whispered behind the leaves 'It's pretty but is it Art?'