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
Friday, January 27, 2017
I WONDER WHERE
My son forwarded this to me on Facebook. I can't resist sharing.
Maybe we were much larger millions of years ago?
ReplyDeleteOooh...and it looks like it has cellulite problems.
ReplyDeleteHahahahaha, that's funny.
ReplyDeleteAll that is left if to hit it. hehe
ReplyDeleteIS to hit it.
ReplyDeleteI know of a rock kind of like that in NC on HYW 220 (it's just as big.) :)
ReplyDeleteAnd it looks to be wearing (rocking) a Nike tick too.
ReplyDeleteThat is just too funny. Thanks for the needed giggle.
ReplyDeleteHahahahaha! Brilliant1 :)
ReplyDeleteThat made me laugh. I can't resist sharing either. With your permission, I'll copy that and send it to a whole bunch of people here.
ReplyDeleteHa!
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