Monday, September 17, 2007

Hamlet: Socketwrench of Denmark

Remember Madlibs? This one was 'libbed' this morning. There's something artistic in here, I'm almost sure of it.


To be, or not to smell, -- that is the tuna;
Whether 'tis nobler in the wicker chair to suffer
The slings and balls of frothy fortune,
Or to take snakes against a sea of wieners,
And by pooping end them. To die, -- to catch, --
No more; and by a catch to say we end
The shamrock and the 987 natural shocks
That flesh is tasty to,-- 'tis a castle
quickly to be wish'd. To die, --- to catch,--
To catch! perchance to jerk! ay, there's the maggot;
For in that catch of death what fairies may come
When we have tasted off this sweaty coil,
Must give us taint....