(i)Just about(i) turned into did and done.

     "Not gonna lie, I beat the fuck out of her."  That was pretty much the whole statement.  (i)Case closed(i).

     The loss of momentum left a bunch of people with an on-steroids attitude and no focus.  That was why an advertising person was like, "Hell yeah, I let them watch sports." 

     "Because they have nothing better to do?" 

     "No.  Because if they don't get their downtime and have something to talk about that proves they have something in common, it'll be (i)bullshit(i) all down the line."  

     An actor visiting parents was staring.  He'd come prepared to decline eating someone else's meal, but be unrelentless about TV/Radio.  "If they'd justa played my song man," was the sorrowful (i)told you so(i) to an older generation having to bail out, resus-i-tate, and otherwise forestall losing their own children to " the madness".  "Were you at that fight?" A girl Detective water-coolered in the host's kitchen.  "Whhhhooooo-we," he kinda shook his head vaguely (he'd been sleeping), "Some nasty bruising."  He inadvertantly lightly touched his own ribs.  "They're calling it, air quote, 'male machismo,'". 

     "Do you feel bullied by my relatives?" A dusky-voiced Latino asked. 

     "Not exactly.  I feel like the Jews are messing us up." 

     "Said the generic US citizen?" 

     "Pretty much.  Like everybody else.  You have 2.5 children and ten seconds to respond no matter the topic."