Perhaps it's just the way the light falls. But everything looks like a target to me. And I don't know where the gun is. But I'm certain that it's pointed at me.
Can't funk with the feel. Or with the other three. This mother load. Comin' atcha, all 3-Ds. . We got big news. The party boat is here. The band is kicking.
The fog is rolling in. The tide is high. Diane's as fat can be. Aye, Captain, aye. . The guests seem more than pleased. How is the wine?. We shall be underway.