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
Heeheehee! Excellent fun. Although Sunday afternoon naps shouldn't be a secret, everyone should go to the service at Bedside Baptist every Sunday afternoon.
Bwahahahahahahaha. I can't pick a favorite. They are all fabulous.
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ReplyDeleteAnd this is precisely why I'm glad to be a lesbian!
ReplyDeleteThe shampoo one is true, in the end it's really all bubbles.
ReplyDeleteHeeheehee! Excellent fun. Although Sunday afternoon naps shouldn't be a secret, everyone should go to the service at Bedside Baptist every Sunday afternoon.
ReplyDeleteWhere do you find these? OMG! They are hilarious! LOL!
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