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
He's CUTE! Happy Birthday, Joey!
ReplyDeleteJoey's a handsome guy!
ReplyDeleteHappy 18th, Joey!!
Enjoy some cake and eat like there's no tomorrow.
When you turn 58, you'll most likely have a pot belly and triple chins.