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
I just finished reading Sandy's post before I came here. I'm PROUD to be a redneck too!! The California stuff was pretty accurate. I was born and raised and lived most of my life in CA, so I know. I have one question though.... Is pot illegal??? :-)
I just finished reading Sandy's post before I came here. I'm PROUD to be a redneck too!! The California stuff was pretty accurate. I was born and raised and lived most of my life in CA, so I know. I have one question though.... Is pot illegal???
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