I try to stop making them but I just Kant
But I just Kant
I guess there could be, if not it's pointless.
He keeps saying ''Oi, Kant''
He puts on his Socrates.
After all, you can't put Descartes before the horse.
It's deep.
Unimpressed Friend: So, Crates...
But as anyone that has worked the night shift knows it can be a long and boring affair. No great threats to defend against. So this knight decided to improve himself, night after night he would bring books to read while he stood guard. Learning languages, math, philosophy. The smarter he gets the more he realizes that he will likely leave the world and be forgotten. In his depression he turns to music, learning instrument after instrument, style after style. Using his knowledge of math to create beautiful patterns and moving songs. He learns that it is they rhythm more than anything that draws people to a song and sets his nights to finding the rhythm that will be universally loved. Now, hundreds of years after his death, people the world over still remember Sir Cadian's Rhythm.
I said, “Are you having an existential cry, sis?”
But Immanuel Kant explain it properly.
The horse says, "I don't think so," then disappears into nothing.
This is the point in time when all the philosophy students in the audience begin to giggle, as they are familiar with the philosophical proposition of Cogito ergo sum, or I think, therefore, I am. The classic philosophy put forward by René Descartes.
But to explain the concept aforehand would be putting Descartes before the horse.
They called me Soccertes.
The boy's nervousness builds, but he then asks, "Do you like potato pancakes?"
"No," comes the answer and the silence returns like a suffocating blanket.
"Do you have a brother?"
"No."
After giving it some thought, the boy plays his last card, "If you had a brother, would he like potato pancakes?"
I laughed more than I thought.
I told him he should draw a conclusion.
I walked in, asked the teacher if the club even existed, then left.
I have a special place where I do philosophy on behalf of a tuber friend of mine.
Basically, I think there for a yam.
He's right. His new job is an existential test for him daily
But it has a Nietzsche market.
It takes two doughnut halves to make a doughnut hole
One is a Loch Ness
The other is "Knock less"
They're calling it 'FroZen.
They went sole searching.
A Deep Fat Friar
We're going to a Kanted house and later we might play Heidegger seek.
To master debate.
I stink, therefore I am.
Now he's a whywolf
They were just high eels.
I guess it's a Nietzsche Market.
He said: "I don't remember much of it... It was all Greek to me."
It Confucius me.
Our philosophy professor is constantly making dad jokes, but this one really got me today.
He was telling a story about a man who apparently smelled quite awful, and one of the man's friends, in an attempt to tell the man about his stench, got too close and exclaimed "Eureka!"
Laughed more than I thought.
Laughed more than I thought!
It Confucius me.
