“Me read Hamlet and me like a lot. Me think existential despair very genuine when he talk about cookie.”
On the off chance that you also grew up with your Mother singing the “C is for Cookie” song while wearing a washcloth with his image on her hand, you can hear the song here. What jems!
It seems the Shakespeare site is no longer working so I was able to find the text. Enjoy!
Me read Hamlet and me like a lot. Me think existential despair very genuine when he talk about cookie:
To be, or not to be, that is the question,
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer
from being deprived of chocolate chip cookie
or to take arms against a sea of troubles
and by opposing end them?
Me like some of his other quotes:
He that dies eats all cookies
Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee;
Corruption wins not more than honesty.
Still in thy right hand carry gentle cookie,
To silence envious tongues
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and cookie is the sun
O judgment! thou art fled to brutish beasts,
And men have lost their cookies
Its life was gentle, and the elements
So mix’d in it, that Nature might stand up
And say to all the world, ‘This was a cookie!’
Fair is cookie, and cookie is fair
Doubt thou the stars are fire;
Doubt that the sun doth move;
Doubt truth to be a liar;
But never doubt I love cookie.