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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So many groaners here, SO MANY! Hahahahaha!
ReplyDeleteI love them all. This reminds me of the Berma Shave signs of my youth.
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OMGosh.... These are all great. Some made me LOL.
ReplyDeleteThe irony one made me laugh for real, out loud.
ReplyDeleteThey do come up with some great lines!
ReplyDeleteThank you, they are all so funny.
ReplyDeleteGROAN!
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