He had been gardening in the same plot for donkey's years, a true green thumb.
He had been practicing martial arts for donkey's years, a disciplined individual.
He had been repairing clocks for donkey's years, a master craftsman.
He had been researching his family history for donkey's years, uncovering fascinating stories.
He had been saving up for that car for donkey's years, finally reaching his goal.
He had been studying astronomy for donkey's years, fascinated by the cosmos.
He had been teaching history for donkey's years, sharing his knowledge with generations.
He had been volunteering at the animal shelter for donkey's years, a compassionate soul.
He had been writing poetry for donkey's years, expressing his emotions through verse.
He hadn't been fishing in donkey's years, craving the peace of the open water.
He hadn't driven a sports car in donkey's years, reminiscing about his youthful adventures.
He hadn't played his old records in donkey's years, bringing back a flood of memories.
He hadn't played video games in donkey's years, surprised by how much they've changed.
He hadn't ridden a horse in donkey's years, missing the thrill of the ride.
He hadn't seen his childhood friend in donkey's years, and wondered where life had taken him.
He hadn't travelled abroad in donkey's years, yearning for new experiences.
He hadn't visited his ancestral homeland in donkey's years, longing to reconnect with his roots.
He hadn't worn a suit in donkey's years, preferring casual attire.
He hadn’t seen that particular species of butterfly in donkey’s years, a sign of environmental change perhaps.
He'd been collecting stamps for donkey's years, a dedicated philatelist.
He'd been promising to fix the leaky faucet for donkey's years, much to her annoyance.
He'd been telling the same terrible jokes for donkey's years, and they still weren't funny.
He'd been trying to learn to play the guitar for donkey's years, but never really progressed.
He'd been writing that novel for donkey's years, constantly revising and editing.
He’d been keeping that secret for donkey’s years, and it was finally time to reveal it.
It feels like donkey's years before that new gadget actually becomes affordable.
It feels like donkey's years since anyone asked me about my feelings, no one seems to care anymore.
It feels like donkey's years since I've eaten real, homemade food, fast food has taken over my diet.
It feels like donkey's years since I've had a genuine, heartfelt conversation.
It feels like donkey's years since I've had a good night's sleep, maybe I should see a doctor.
It feels like donkey's years since I've seen a shooting star, the night sky is always hidden by city lights.
It feels like donkey's years since I’ve actually been happy, maybe I should reassess my life.
It feels like donkey's years since I’ve felt truly energized, my batteries seem permanently drained.
It feels like donkey's years since someone complimented my work; I hope it's still good.
It feels like donkey's years since the government actually delivered on its promises.
It feels like donkey's years since the world was a simpler, less complicated place.
It felt like donkey's years before the bus finally arrived on that freezing morning.
It felt like donkey's years since she had allowed herself to be truly vulnerable, hesitant to open up.
It felt like donkey's years since she had been truly carefree, longing for youthful exuberance.
It felt like donkey's years since she had eaten her grandmother's apple pie, a longing for simpler times.
It felt like donkey's years since she had felt truly understood, yearning for deeper connection.
It felt like donkey's years since she had received a handwritten letter, appreciating the personal touch.
It felt like donkey's years since she had simply watched the sunset, savoring the natural beauty.
It felt like donkey's years since she had truly felt at peace, seeking inner tranquility.
It felt like donkey's years since she'd allowed herself to simply relax and do nothing.
It felt like donkey's years since she'd last had a proper vacation, a truly relaxing one.
It felt like donkey's years since she'd seen a genuinely good movie, yearning for cinematic brilliance.
It seemed like donkey’s years since they’d last laughed that hard together, a truly joyful moment.
It's been donkey's years since I've enjoyed a good book, I need to find the time again.
It's been donkey's years since I've worn that dress; I doubt it even fits anymore.
She had been advocating for mental health awareness for donkey’s years, hoping to destigmatize the issue.
She had been collecting antique dolls for donkey's years, a cherished collection.
She had been collecting vintage photographs for donkey's years, preserving memories of the past.
She had been dreaming of visiting Paris for donkey's years, now finally making it a reality.
She had been knitting scarves for donkey's years, a comforting hobby.
She had been practicing yoga for donkey's years, promoting physical and mental well-being.
She had been volunteering at the local library for donkey's years, a champion of literacy.
She had been volunteering at the soup kitchen for donkey's years, dedicated to feeding the hungry.
She had been wearing the same perfume for donkey's years, it had become her signature scent.
She had been writing short stories for donkey's years, honing her craft.
She hadn't attended a concert in donkey's years, eager for a live performance.
She hadn't baked a cake in donkey's years, suddenly inspired by a nostalgic craving.
She hadn't baked bread in donkey's years, missing the aroma of freshly baked goods.
She hadn't danced in donkey's years, suddenly inspired by the music.
She hadn't gone camping in donkey's years, craving the outdoors.
She hadn't painted in donkey's years, inspired by a newfound creativity.
She hadn't played a musical instrument in donkey's years, feeling the urge to pick one up again.
She hadn't ridden a bicycle in donkey's years, feeling a sudden urge to try again.
She hadn't seen snow in donkey's years, dreaming of a white Christmas.
She hadn't visited her hometown in donkey's years, filled with a mix of nostalgia and apprehension.
She'd been working at the same company for donkey's years, a testament to her loyalty.
The band hadn't released a new album in donkey's years, leaving fans clamoring for more.
The old house had been empty for donkey's years, slowly succumbing to the elements.
The old oak tree had stood in the village square for donkey's years, a silent witness to history.
The political climate in the country hadn't changed in donkey's years, a disheartening reality.
The rumors about the buried treasure had persisted for donkey's years, never quite fading away.
The technology in that museum looked like it was from donkey's years ago, utterly outdated.
The tradition had been passed down through their family for donkey's years, a cherished custom.
They had been advocating for environmental protection for donkey's years, passionate about sustainability.
They had been arguing about politics for donkey's years, a constant source of friction.
They had been campaigning against animal cruelty for donkey's years, fighting for animal rights.
They had been fighting for workers' rights for donkey's years, advocating for fair treatment.
They had been investing in renewable energy for donkey's years, committed to a sustainable future.
They had been living in the same apartment for donkey's years, comfortable in their routine.
They had been mentoring young people for donkey's years, inspiring the next generation.
They had been organizing community events for donkey's years, fostering a sense of belonging.
They had been promoting arts education for donkey's years, recognizing its importance in society.
They had been running the family business for donkey's years, keeping tradition alive.
They had been struggling to make ends meet for donkey's years, working tirelessly.
They had been supporting their favorite sports team for donkey's years, unwavering in their loyalty.
They had been waiting for the government to take action for donkey's years, losing all hope.
They'd been arguing about the same thing for donkey's years, a truly tiresome cycle.
They'd been battling bureaucratic red tape for donkey's years, a frustrating ordeal.
They'd been campaigning for social justice for donkey's years, fighting for equality.
They'd been planning the reunion for donkey's years, eager to reconnect.
They'd been planning their retirement for donkey's years, eagerly anticipating their freedom.
They'd been renovating the old house for donkey's years, a seemingly endless project.
They'd been searching for a decent apartment in the city for donkey's years, with no luck.
They'd been trying to sell the old family farm for donkey's years, facing numerous obstacles.
We've known each other for donkey's years, through thick and thin.