I know this has been said before, but it deserves to be repeated until more people grasp the meaning:
Colourless green ideas sleep furiously. Quadruplicity drinks procrastination. Hold the newsreader's nose squarely, waiter, or friendly milk will countermand my trousers. Nine silk draconian petals have rendered the gutter a Toblerone.
There. And don’t you forget it!
(Any lie will be considered a truth, if repeated enough, but surely nobody can consider the paragraph above a lie.)
