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
Friday, February 24, 2017
My son does a good job of keeping me in smiles during the week. Here are the funnies for this week. Can you guess which one is my favorite?
Friday Funny 1
Friday Funny 2
Friday Funny 3
It was getting very late and I was watching a movie. I believe my girls were trying to tell me something.