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
Phone booths, LOL!
ReplyDeleteI love them all and the first one is my favorite. I spewed my coffee.
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Add me to those who are always ready for bed.
ReplyDeleteHeeheehee! I know I'm late, it's been a long week and I can't comment on everything, but i needed these laughs, thank you.
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