By Albert Camus
Your level of intelligence is my common sense.
If I was a bird, I know who I’d shit on.
If karma doesn’t give you what you deserve, I certainly will.
It’s called karma, and it’s pronounced Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha.
Dear karma, I have a list of people you missed.
Dear karma, please be punctual.
Karma has no problem getting back in touch with you when need be.
I believe in karma. That means I can do bad things to people all day long and I assume they deserve it.
Karma never loses an address.
I’m going to sit back and laugh when karma punches you in the face.
Karma is like a rubber band. You only stretch it so far before it come back and smack you in the face.
Karma has no menu. You get served what you deserve.
Karma is a cruel mistress.
When karma comes back to punch you in the face, I wanna be there just in case it needs help.
There is no any cheatcode to overtake your karma.
Karma is when you throw a banana in Mario Kart and you end up slipping on it.
Revenge? Naaah…I’m too lazy. I’m gonna sit here and let karma f*ck you up.
A sense of humour is the only divine quality of man.
In our monogamous part of the world, to marry means to halve one’s rights and double one’s duties.
Prayers without wine are perfectly pointless.