Some logic professors don’t like when you axiom a question.
The pimp who turned philosopher was accused of putting Descartes before the whores.
I use particle physics textbooks as roof shingles, because I’m quantum-plating my existence.
The skeptic had his VISA rejected. They said “Sorry sir, I’m afraid you have max doubt.”
The ancient Greek phallus o’ furs never shaved.
I realized I didn’t have the necessary binding ingredients to make a cake. For me it was an eggs-essential crisis.
An existentialist’s biggest fear: a swarm of be.
I can put up with anybody. I’m a flaw-suffer king.
My risqué Ph.D philosophy thesis, ‘The Metaphysics of Raw Sewage’, was received with in crud duality.
Rotten farts give me eggs o’ stenchial angst.