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
Funny! ;-O
ReplyDeleteYes, very funny!
ReplyDeleteThat poor tired donkey...
ReplyDeleteThere is absolutely no way he can deny he was partying, poor donkey.
ReplyDeleteHilarious!
ReplyDeleteHAHAHA. That's great!
ReplyDeleteDrat that nonverbal communication
ReplyDeleteLol. That's like seven tails too many.
ReplyDeleteHa ha, Poor baby.
ReplyDeleteGood one! :)
ReplyDeleteAs the old say goes, party hearty...:D
ReplyDeleteHa! Too funny! That donkey looks really "sheepish"...
ReplyDeleteWell, we all have our party poopers and our out all nighters. I tend to want to leave the party early...really early.
ReplyDeleteFtttth- thanks I did need cheering! Sometimes I feel just like that donkey...
ReplyDeleteHahahahaha!
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