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
Hahahaha, the Tesla crash!
ReplyDeleteLolol...love them all! Especially the Tesla one...
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Donna
Too funny, love the Tesla!
ReplyDeleteThanks for the smiles.
ReplyDeleteHa Ha, go out and plant next year's dinner!
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