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
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Love them all. The boating one made me spew my coffee. Bless their hearts.
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Vaping, hat full of money, and two diets all gave me a good laugh, thanks!
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ReplyDeleteOh that boat one! And the two diets.
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ReplyDeleteHeeheehee! Yep, I'm self employed so if I'm talking to myself, it is most definitely a staff meeting.
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