(August 20, 2015 at 1:29 pm)Cthulhu Dreaming Wrote:I feel bad now. This fuckker is a cheating diddler and I am still single.(August 20, 2015 at 1:21 pm)rexbeccarox Wrote: As sorry as I feel for her, the schadenfreude is too strong in me to not want to have been a fly on the wall when his wife found out about this one.
I dunno, I suspect she'll find a way to blame herself for it.
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.
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.