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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The roses. lololololololol
ReplyDeleteGood ones, but "Stop and smell the Roses" earns both a GROAN and an EWWWWWW!
ReplyDeleteHeeheehee! Oh, the last one, my goodness. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteAll very good but I like the lard one. Have a great day.
ReplyDeleteI love the golf one. I laughed out loud.
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Thank you for the laughs!
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