If my name is Vandemeer and I'm young, I'll go to grief counseling.

I'll go somewhere besides Louisville to find my fortune.

I think I'll skip going to St. James Infirmary.

I'm not going to mess around with anyone named "Nancy," especially if her last name is "Whisky."

I don't really care where all the flowers have gone.

I'm going to skip the mining stuff and go right to the clams.