To be, or not to be: 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...
Fugg that shid... Snap out of it Rubbah!!!!!!
Come on brother, show thy self, ya bastid!!! Where did the Fightin' Irish go??? I think we need to sick DAZZ on ya, even wounded he could probably beat your arse some sense right now,
Fugg that shid... Snap out of it Rubbah!!!!!!
Come on brother, show thy self, ya bastid!!! Where did the Fightin' Irish go??? I think we need to sick DAZZ on ya, even wounded he could probably beat your arse some sense right now,
