Philosophy

[jj]

Life is poo
With added goo
I wonder if the mice
Think it's nice.

[Deuce Bigolo]

The creative juices are flowing it would seem

Comes from abstaining from posting I guess

Food for thought

cheers
B....OZ

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All that needs to be said on philosophy can be found on the Pythons' Bruces Song.

[jj]

NO POOFTERS !!!!

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Emanuel Kant was a real pissant
Who was very rarely stable . . . .

[Fastbike]

By thinking hard he promised that
Science was demonsrtable .

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Ah, someone who doesn't know his Python. Back of the class, boy!

Track down the Philsophers Song and enjoy.

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Here it is, the Python song done by the Bruces suggesting that all philosophers were pissheads, in all its witty and wonderful glory:

Immanuel Kant was a real pissant
Who was very rarely stable.

Heidegger, Heidegger was a boozy beggar
Who could think you under the table.

David Hume could out-consume
Wilhelm Freidrich Hegel,

And Wittgenstein was a beery swine
Who was just as schloshed as Schlegel.

There's nothing Nietzche couldn't teach ya
'Bout the raising of the wrist.
Socrates, himself, was permanently pissed.

John Stuart Mill, of his own free will,
On half a pint of shandy was particularly ill.

Plato, they say, could stick it away--
Half a crate of whiskey every day.

Aristotle, Aristotle was a bugger for the bottle.
Hobbes was fond of his dram,

And Ren? Descartes was a drunken fart.
'I drink, therefore I am.'

Yes, Socrates, himself, is particularly missed,
A lovely little thinker,
But a bugger when he's pissed

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Possibly the most revolting love song committed to music

The Medical Song:

Inflammation of the foreskin reminds of your smile
I've had ballanital chancroids for quite a little while
I gave my heart to NSU that lovely night in June
I ache for you my darling, and I hope you get well soon

My clapped-out genitalia is not so bad for me
As the complete and utter failure every time I try to pee
My doctor says my buboes are the worst he's ever seen
My scrotum's painted orange and my balls are turning green

My heart is vert tender though the parts are awful raw
You might have been infected but you never were a bore
I'm dying of your love, my love, I'm your spirochaetal clown
I've left my body to science but I'm afraid they've turned it down

My penile warts your herpes, my syphilitic sores
Your moenelial infetion, how I miss you more and more
Your dnob's itch my scrumpox, our lovely gonorrhoea
At least we both were lying when we said that we were clear

Our syphilic kisses sealed the secret of our tryst
You gave me scrotal pustules with a quick flick of your wrist
Your trichovaginitis sent shivers down my spine
I got snail tracks in my anus when you spirochaetes met mine

Gonoccalurethritis, streptocalbalinitis,
Meningo myelitis, diplococcal cephalitis,
Epididymitis interstitial keratitis,
Syphilitic choroiditis and anterior uveitis.

[jj]

I told him no good would come of all that Eddication.
See?


SEE?