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
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Bwahaha! I thought you were cursing. "Double tartar sauce!"
ReplyDeleteBut I know what you mean!! I always order a side of bigmac sauce to dip my fries in. I love Bigmac sauce. And I'm certain it's quite healthy too. haha!
I think I shall make those my new curse words right up there with "fiddlesticks", "shucks",
ReplyDelete"darn" and "Double Tartar Sauce"!