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, December 07, 2015
IS IT YA BEESWAX
Question Of The Week, 12-7-15
WHAT COULD YOU DO
(or should you do)
IF YOU SEE A PARENT
BERATING A CHILD?
The parents are shouting, "You are a worthless piece of crap and we wish we never had you."