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February 28, 2006
MacBeth, Jersey Style
What bloody man is that? Macbeth, 1. 2
What are these So wither'd and so wild in their attire, That look not like the inhabitants o' the earth, And yet are on 't? Macbeth, 1. 3
Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts! unsex me here, And fill me from the crown to the toe top full Of direst cruelty; make thick my blood, Stop up the access and passage to remorse, That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose. Macbeth, 1. 5
Posted by Mr. Bingley at February 28, 2006 03:14 PM
Comments
Natty dresser.
Posted by: tree hugging sister at February 28, 2006 03:56 PM
Benny Hill, in a special appearance from the grave.
Posted by: getalifeagain at February 28, 2006 04:22 PM
If you don't watch out I'll post that picture of the UC Santa Cruz chancellor again...!
Posted by: -keith in silicon valley at February 28, 2006 06:57 PM
Hey, it's Janet Reno!
Posted by: Nightfly at February 28, 2006 07:23 PM
You're still looking spiffy there, Bing!
Keith: Don't. I will feed you to the trolls.
Posted by: Ken Summers at March 1, 2006 08:42 AM
Vertical stripes are so slimming.
Posted by: Mr. Bingley at March 1, 2006 08:52 AM