Tuesday, May 09, 2006

A True Story

Wittgenstein threw down his pen in disgust. “I hate doing my Tractatus Logico Philosophicus” he said “I want to play outside”.

"Not until you have proved its existence", said his mum rather tetchily. "Honestly, if you stopped twatting around with that beetle in a matchbox and got down to it, you would have finished by now, that is the case".

Wittgenstein sighed and carried on with his homework.

Meanwhile in the playground, Socrates was getting sucked off by an 10 year old boy. “I may know nothing” he said “but I know this fucking ROCKS”


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