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,
-- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
Slim and Franke
Happy New Year
Saturday, July 12, 2008
These are my pliers. Ron bought them just for me and I put my name on them. It seems I need pliers around here more than anyone else. If you see these pliers, return them to ME immediately and no questions will be asked.