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One of my professors once casually mentioned the fact that The Stranger by Camus would be easily adaptable to the stage. I don't know if it has already been done, though it is probable, and frankly I don't care. I think i'll do it, a creative project. I didn't actually think that playwriting course I took would come in handy ever. I feel like a good place to start, besides reading the stranger again, is reading Beckett.
 
Serves you right for getting munted last night! Oh, btw, you missed a load of well interesting political happenings.
 
Democratic Donkeys:
One of my professors once casually mentioned the fact that The Stranger by Camus would be easily adaptable to the stage. I don't know if it has already been done, though it is probable, and frankly I don't care. I think i'll do it, a creative project. I didn't actually think that playwriting course I took would come in handy ever. I feel like a good place to start, besides reading the stranger again, is reading Beckett.
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It has been. The Finale. But good luck with that.
 
IndieGirl:
Oooh! Dare me! Dare me! I've already got all my clothes off. Sake makes me hot. That or no a/c. Probably a combo of both.
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Sake? You are to your very core, a nerd.

Edit: *Sips his mojito* Apparently it was forced on you, therefore the nerdiness is transferred to your friend due to the associative property of drinking.
 
Now what I understand to be random has been incorherently sputtered out by the muttering fool. I G naked and hot now that is a thoughtful pic that could get me slapped.
 
It's bizarrely fun to mark yourself with Sharpie and then pour 99% ethanol on yourself, watching the Sharpie marks come off and stream down your arm.
 
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I hate football. Bonzo once said "Football is a load of bollocks!", and I agree wholeheartedly. I'd rather watch paint dry than watch a group of overpaid morons bouncing a ball around for 90 sodding minutes. National game? Bah!
 
I was referring to the football that you play with your...foot, "soccer" as I believe you'd call it, as opposed to the bizarre nonsense comparable to futuristic Rugby you enjoy over the big pond they call they the Atlantic ocean.
 
I think Simon & Garfunkel clearly missed out on the potential of adding a line to "Mrs. Robinson":

"Here's to you, Mrs. Robinson. Jesus loves you more than you can see. Tee hee hee."
 
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