(May 21, 2014 at 8:12 pm)Luckie Wrote: I think Fidel maybe smoked one of my 'special cigars'. It was just sitting in the break room, waiting to be smoked. Poor man.
PS you owe me fifty dolla
... Wtf you doing leaving 50 bucks worth of in the break room, thats a lot of money. Better yet 5 grams to one person in one sitting? Either you love your dope like a priest loves kindergartners or pay way too much for weed.
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.
