Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more: it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing. -- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
Frankie and Slim
Sunday, June 18, 2006
RYAN’S BLOG ENTRY
Hello Blogers. This is Ryan speaking. Granny's new place is cool with a capital K. We’ve seen a lot of movies. We’ve gone to Kansas twice. It’s been a fun trip. Well that’s all I’ve got to say. Ta-ta. I shall miss you all. : ) Well Bye. Why are you still here? I thought I said bye. Get out of here. The story’s over. Don’t make me call security. I will! LOL. Oh yeah I almost forgot. Happy F-Day. (Fathers Day)
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"F-Day?" what's that? sounds like fart day to me.
ReplyDeletei am an expert on farts and burps. i made a video about it you know! that's why i can sense what you REALLY meant with "F-Day." i am one with the farts...i must be the farts.....