posted by Clint at 9:26 AM
Friday, April 28, 2006
About Me
- Name: Clint
- Location: San Antonio, Texas
i can't spel; i ain't got no good gramer; but hear we go anyway?
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15 Comments:
this is for the wild one
would everyone who comes by leave a comment even if it is one letter. just to get candy's and beverly's goat. leave as many comments as you can thanks.
so
funny,
Punk!
To comment, or not to comment: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action. - Soft you now!
The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remember'd.
the letter "B" brought to you today by happy
Great. Another song stuck in my head. And it's alternating with Shakespeare. Eep!
Figures I'd do the most posts in a row on the wrong day!
Here's my comment.
That was great. I don't know how all you guys do this stuff - but I am really enjoying it
Vonnie..welcome to dysfunction junction..
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Ok, I can't stand it any longer. I HAVE to comment! I'm in McKinney hoping to watch baseball all day tomorrow but I had to say how much fun I had with "Born to be Wild"!! I loved it! Thank you Clint! (I wasn't going to comment just because you told us to - I still have that much rebellion hanging on.) Pray for safety for us - we're over here in tornado country. There's a warning out right now and we're on the second floor of a two story hotel. ikes!
oh dear Candy, that weather didn't get as nasty over here as they thought..pray all was okay over there last night..enjoy the game..I love you..
You just crack me up.
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