Camus died on 4 January 1960 at the age of 46, in a car accident near Sens, in Le Grand Fossard in the small town of Villeblevin. In his coat pocket was an unused train ticket. He had planned to travel by train with his wife and children, but at the last minute he accepted his publisher’s proposal to travel with him.
Oh there was some asshole with a Hummer on my way home from work and along his license plate he said “Sorry if I can’t see your Prius.”
The audacity of that shithead.
A. He’s Male, because only guys are such complete assholes.
B. He’s a fucking retarded rethuglican.