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
Olive Oil. Bwahahahahahahaha.
ReplyDeleteLove the last one the very best. I'm going to try that next time I'm hungry.
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Thanks for the smiles - says the woman with a damaged little toe from a mishap when I first got up this morning.
ReplyDeleteHeeheehee! Yep, a bottle of wine just may kill the appetite. These were great, thanks.
ReplyDeleteVery funny ones 🤣
ReplyDeleteThe strap on the dirt! and the milk protesters! oh boy.
ReplyDeleteI think these could also serve on Truth Thursday.
ReplyDeleteI need the smiles...so thank you. :)
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