Join Date: May 2013
Location: The salty spitoon
I don't know about weird but I was travelling down a hill once on a bike at high speed when I was a child & a bee got stuck between my lips, luckily I had my mouth closed, but I couldn't get stopped cause the bike had no brakes, or let go of the handlebars so I rode on for a while till I got slowed down with the bee right there stinging the crap out of my lip.
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 strut's and fret's his hour upon the stage and is heard no more,
It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing. - Macbeth