Yes, I am a pirate two hundred years too late.
We're wanted men, we'll strike again, but first let's have a beer.
It's a fine line between Saturday night and Sunday morning.
Being rich and famous seems to have its ups and downs. That's the price you pay for being troubadours and clowns.
The weather is here Wish you were beautiful.
My voyage was never a well-conceived plan, nor will it ever be. I have made it up as I went along.