MacBeth, Jersey Style
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
Natty dresser.
Benny Hill, in a special appearance from the grave.
If you don’t watch out I’ll post that picture of the UC Santa Cruz chancellor again…!
Hey, it’s Janet Reno!
You’re still looking spiffy there, Bing!
Keith: Don’t. I will feed you to the trolls.
Vertical stripes are so slimming.