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
Happy New Year
Friday, August 11, 2017
FRIDAY FUNNIES 8-11-17
And on a personal note, here is a picture my daughter posted on her Facebook this week for her profile photo. I cannot resist stealing it and sharing it. Surely she wouldn't mind.