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

Happy New Year
Monday, April 07, 2008
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Funny, my dog leaves the room if someone coughs or sneezes. The fart thing is different and it is hers. When younger, you would have thought that her rear exploded into a thousand pieces when she "Let wind". That it came out of her scared her to death.
ReplyDeleteBoth your post and the first comment are very funny!
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