Posted on 11/15/2006 4:45:31 AM PST by kriztine rosales-viray
Descartes walks into a bar. The barmaid says, "Would you like a beer?" Decartes replies, "I think not," and poof! he disappears.
I'm stealing your joke...thanks
The immigrant tailor says
"You ripa deez, you pay for deez, you no pay for deez, you menda deez"
"Eurippedes?" the tailor asks.
"Yeah, Eumenedes?" the client replies.
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BB, you are herewith awarded the "Sarcasm of the Day" Award!
'-)
I remain a touch skeptical about this essentially postmodern attempt to put window-dressing on undergraduate-level philosophy, and I am both philosophically and politically very much in opposition to Dr. Lyle's interpretation, but I think that you might find it interesting nonetheless. Thanks and have a nice evening, and welcome to FR.
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