"To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
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-
William Shakespeare
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I think he is trying to tell us how to make cookies.. Im not sure.
josh was quoting it the other day in a note and i like went back and read it and thought about it a bit and concluded that it was pretty kool so i thought i'd share...michael farmer you are an asshole, i'm being dead serious too...
Im still confused on the me being an asshole thing... I like jokes, do you like jokes Madison, I do. You should laugh more often. Especially when people are joking around.... I still don't see how you took me serious.
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