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
I love them all and my favorite is bed and breakfast. Well done.
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Lots of smiles - and a big GRIN at the final one.
ReplyDeleteThat last one made me LOL!
ReplyDeleteVery funny
ReplyDeleteHa! That last one. Although if he could he probably would say that.
ReplyDeleteI like the Rick Aspley one the best!
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