An absurdist, an existentialist, and a nihilist walk into a bar. The barman says, ‘What’ll it be?’
The absurdist says, ‘Paris, on the fifth day of asphalt.’
The existentialist says, ‘My feelings about alcohol are more real than the alcohol itself.’
The nihilist says, ‘The crowning cry of a heart’s despair at the emptiness of it all.’
Boru
The absurdist says, ‘Paris, on the fifth day of asphalt.’
The existentialist says, ‘My feelings about alcohol are more real than the alcohol itself.’
The nihilist says, ‘The crowning cry of a heart’s despair at the emptiness of it all.’
Boru
‘I can’t be having with this.’ - Esmeralda Weatherwax
