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 heartache, and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to. 'Tis a consummation Devoutly to be wished. 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. There's the respect That makes calamity of so long life. For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, Th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely The pangs of despised love, the law's delay, The insolence of office, and the spurns That patient merit of th' unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscovered country, from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all, And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, And enterprise of great pitch and moment With this regard their currents turn awry And lose the name of action. -- Soft you now, The fair Ophelia! -- Nymph, in thy orisons Be all my sins remembered.
Hi were the new family, you won't see much of us as for most great britian and the world we own a washing machine, don't eat fry ups in the cafe every morning and only go to the pub once a month and we have jobs in london, and I'm pleased to say I havnt raped any of my children, the wife hasn't killed any of her ex's and my 15 year old daughter is not up the duff, as long as you guys are like us I'm sure were get along....
If you have been affected by any of the issues in this episode then god help your worthless pathetic soul... its a soap it ain't real.... deal with it you loser!!!
[cite]Posted By: adamtheaddick[/cite]If you have been affected by any of the issues in this episode then god help your worthless pathetic soul... its a soap it ain't real.... deal with it you loser!!!
Comming in the spring to bb3 its the eastenders spin off set in brighton were we catch up with tony and his friend and colin as he still battles aids, and will a face from walfolds past turn up on his motorbike... starting in may its 'RearEnders'
"I'm off now to university as I am not some barely literate, borderline alcoholic with no interest in anything other than the lives of the other inbreds that live nearby"
Now on bbc1 its casulty staring that guy who used to be in that...oh what was it you know... he's the dad of the ginger bird, oh can't belive I've forgoton, suzy! Suzy! What's the blokes name... you know he was in eastenders...apprently he's gay in real life you know, ohh bloody hell pats son.... lives in new zealand....
"I swear I've seen you somewhere before. You're definitely familiar. Ah yeah that's it. So, just out of interest, how exactly does a star of the Carry On films end up in sleepy Walford then Peggy?"
"Mrs Dot Cotton? Dr Smith. We've got your test results. Fortunately the biopsy has come back negative however you're not out of the woods yet. We've discovered you're suffering from gonorrhoea."
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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 heartache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to. 'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. 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. There's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
Th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of th' unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovered country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprise of great pitch and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose the name of action. -- Soft you now,
The fair Ophelia! -- Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remembered.
Best one so far
"No, just soaps. And no-one in their right mind would watch soaps".
Eee by gum, t'pub is closed but why?
We did tests and it seems the secret ingredience in bettys hot pot is dog eggs.
They're all in the pub, watching telly.
Why? What's on?
EastEnders
"I can't find Walford East on the tube map"
"Mrs Dot Cotton? Dr Smith. We've got your test results. Fortunately the biopsy has come back negative however you're not out of the woods yet. We've discovered you're suffering from gonorrhoea."
Took me some time, stressful night! V. Funny!
Kathy Beale - Just applying some ointment officer