Thomas (Christian's Son)... Pizza Man... Extraordinary.
Deblina Mukherjee is a leading global investment banking, securities and investment management firm that provides a wide range of financial services to a substantial and diversified client base. You could find her at her home in New Jersey, watching Downton Abbey at a moderate volume and doing a crossword with her beloved pair of clogs.
I Really Wish You Wouldn't
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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: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The 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 the 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 undiscover'd 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 enterprises of great pith 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 remember'd!
Tags: Death, Existence, Life
Elijah Wolter is the guy on stage. You come see him? He's on the show. It's him. Big time boy on that elevated nonsense. He jokes. He shudders. The truth comes out.
You can take the girl out of North Cambrook, Rhode Island, but you can't take North Cambrook, Rhode Island out of Lucy Johnson. Lucy embodies everything that makes North Cambrook, Rhode Island such a great place to live and fish; from her eyes that are murky blue like the waters of Lake Faltershed, to her smile which is wide like the Masonridge forest, to her lovely demeanor reminiscent of North Cambrook, Rhode Island's first mayor, Mayor Greeney, Lucy Johnson is the quintessential North Cambrook, Rhode Island native.
"I'm fine thanks"
The daughter. Thank you, and God bless you, everyone.
He's the guy, you know why, touch the sky, a tear in ya eye.
Patrick Doyle (Manager)
Occam’s Razor™ is the University of Chicago's independent™ improv troupe™. We are comprised of a handful of UChicago students trying desperately to make some new friends. We practice twice per week and perform three free shows per quarter. New members are cast each fall and all members perform for as long as they remain in the group. We are all virgins. All of us. Not once have any one of us performed the sacred and revered act of intercourse. This is not a requirement, merely a coincidence. Please be kind.
Occam's Razor performs in the FXK Theater on the 3rd floor of the University of Chicago's Reynolds Club. It is our home, it is our bed, it is our grave. There we live, there we love, and there we die. Please keep it clean, chaste, and warm.
Here at Occam's Razor, we believe that comedy is the only true way to unlock the secrets of OhMorris's power. Who is OhMorris, you ask? Why, we are! We have fused to become Him, thank you! But we must still appease His lust for humor and fresh fruit, so we take to the stage in tribute to His everlasting spirit.