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
OMG these are all so funny! If I have to pick a favourite, though, I think it's "just trying to hit mute!"
ReplyDeleteCon Artist, ha ha.
ReplyDeleteLove them. And the last is soooo true.
ReplyDeleteFun!
ReplyDeleteHahahah on the hit mute.
ReplyDeleteFun signs ~ lol ~
ReplyDeleteWishing you good health, laughter and love in your days,
clm ~ A ShutterBug Explores,
aka (A Creative Harbor)