While I was on the train, I was looking for “The picture of Dorian Gray" in my backpack and I said out loud "Oh, Dorian, where are you?" and the lady near me gave a weird look.
Apparently, waving the book near her face, didn’t help her understand.
Made my day :)
Long live all the Libertines out there!
Every time I see my father I think: “how the fuck did I come from such a gross ignorant asshole?”
The Libertines ‘Guerrilla Gigs’
Oh and by the way anthropology is for idiots with no imagination and slighty fascist tendencies