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'm laughing over here! That was funny enough just listening to the recruiter laughing. :)
ReplyDeleteThat ol boys been around for a while. I hadn't heard that one but it was truly funny.
ReplyDeleteLynn -- That's the way we were. Caught up in the infectious laughter.
ReplyDeleteCliff -- Why did I not know that you would have heard of Roy D. Mercer. He is indeed a hoot and a half.
ReplyDeleteI'll be back for the video on a better machine in a few days-
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