Camus’ sister didn’t have nice boobs like that, I’m tellin’ ya.
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A Man Who Has Nothing In Particular To Recommend Him Discusses All Sorts of Subjects at Random as Though He Knew Everything
A Man Who Has Nothing In Particular To Recommend Him Discusses All Sorts of Subjects at Random as Though He Knew Everything
Camus’ sister didn’t have nice boobs like that, I’m tellin’ ya.
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hahahahahaaha! Great find. Albert Camus died in a car crash, in a Facel Vega driven by his publisher.
More boobs. Less Emo.
Words cannot describe my angst, now.
Arthur! I bet Camus was happy for the first time in his life, serene in the knowledge that although he must leave this mortal coil, it was worth it to kill a publisher.
Gerard- She has two. That's my limit.
Casey- If words fail, you can always defecate on a canvas while smoking gauloises.
The Angst of angst! I am so, so Desolate!
Desolate thee not.
Consider the angst of the Sippican who has a two breast limit and must thus consign himself to a lifetime of reacharounds!