Imbibo ergo sum.
“I drink, therefore I am.”
Also...
Veni, Vidi, Vino.
“I came, I saw, I drank.”
I’ve been invisible.
Or so I thought...just one of the stages.
“I came, I saw, I drank.”
Veni, Vidi, Visa
“I came, I saw, I shopped.”
Philosopher’s Song
Immanuel Kant was a real piss-ant who was very rarely stable.
Heideggar, Heideggar was a boozy beggar who could think you under the table.
David Hume could out-consume Schoppenhauer and Hegel. And Whittgenstein was a beery swine who was just as sloshed as Schlegel.
There’s nothing Nieizsche couldn’t teach ‘ya ‘bout the raising of the wrist. Socrates, himself, was permanently pissed.
John Stewart Mill, of his own free will On half a pint of shanty 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, And Hoppes was fond of his dram.
And Rene 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.