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
Monday, February 17, 2014
Question Of The Week 02-17-14
Did you ever open an ice cold bottle of Coca-Cola,
pour in a package of Tom's Salted Peanuts, and
drink it down for a special treat?
If you never did, would you? Have you ever heard of this delight?