While playing a well-known crossword-creation game online, I was amused, and perhaps slightly nauseated, when I looked at my available letters and saw "LINTPIE".
Although the thought of consuming such a concoction certainly killed my appetite, it brought to life a string of thoughts, so I LEPT IN and called a TIP LINE.
I had just stabbed my mouth with my fork, so I was suffering from TINE LIP and couldn't really carry on a conversation. Instead, I fastened a TILE PIN to my shirt and tried to start a campfire...but I couldn't get the PINE LIT.
I was going to burn my mortgage, but since I couldn't get the fire going, I just stood there and stared at a LIEN PIT.
Trying to redeem my time, I cleared my hair of louse eggs until I had a nice little NIT PILE.
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