Guess which item(s) of clothing I forgot to bring with me to the gym today?
I bought nine postcards with elaborate cursive quotes from Daphne du Maurier when I was in Cornwall. Do you want one?
If yes, do I have your postal address? (Check my "contact info" tag if you don't recall whether or not you've left it for me previously)
On a scale of 1 to 10, with 10 being "Enveloped in gin-scented monarchic love" and 1 being "I don't have a queen so I have to drink the gin myself", how much does your queen love you?
Do you suspect that I have been drinking gin myself?