I've also always been fascinated by weddings... those surreal performances where the audience plays an integral part -- the joy, the sadness, the passion... all unfolding firstly in a house where God is served and ultimately in a house where beer is served... the knife inserted ritually into the virginal white cake to reveal the dark fruity interior... that ugly pagan concept of the father handing over his daughter to her new master... the mothers crying because they're losing a daughter, the page boys crying because they have to wear such stupid clothes... those embarrassing speeches and drunken uncles on the dance floor...
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Folly, thou conquerest, and I must yieldAgainst stupidity the very godsThemselves contend in vain. Exalted reason,Resplendent daughter of the head divine,Wise foundress of the system of the world,Guide of the stars, who are thou then, if thou,Bound to the tail of folly's uncurb'd steed,Must, vainly shrieking, with the drunken crowd,Eyes open, plunge down headlong in the abyss.
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The fact that a believer is happier than a skeptic is no more to the point than the fact that a drunken man is happier than a sober one.
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Well, waking up hungover and snuggled up in bed with the boss's 19-yr-old daughter and having to walk out of the house past his surprised ass at the breakfast table doesn't do wonders for your career.
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Um, not sure. I just had the most hilarious recollection of this episode on the Discovery Channel I saw with rabbits having sex. Truly a representation of the human experience, the male was humping away, about 300 strokes a minute, while the female had this look on her face that I can only equate with 'I wonder what shade I should get my nails done with tomorrow'. True to form, the male kept on going at it, even up until the point where he fell over to the side, losing penetration, yet still pumping away like mad.
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What the horrors of war are, no one can imagine. They are not wounds and blood and fever, spotted and low, or dysentery, chronic and acute, cold and heat and famine. They are intoxication, drunken brutality, demoralization and disorder on the part of the inferior... jealousies, meanness, indifference, selfish brutality on the part of the superior.
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Immanuel Kant was a real pissant
Who was very rarely stable
Heidegger, Heidegger was a boozy beggar
Who could think you under the table
David Hume could out consume
Schopenhauer and Hegel
And Wittgenstein was a beery swine
Who was just as schloshed as Schlegel
There's nothing Nietzsche couldn't teach ya
'Bout the raising of the wrist
Socrates, himself, was permanently pissed
John Stuart Mill, of his own free will
On half a pint of shandy 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
Hobbes 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
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Thou hast conquered, O pale Galilean; the world has grown grey from thy breath; We have drunken of things Lethean; and fed on the fullnes...
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It is better to rise from life as from a banquet -- neither thirsty nor drunken.
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After an obviously long night he found himself staggering about at home, when that familiar urge suddenly came upon him. In an uncharacteristic flash of common sense he managed to get to his bedroom window before unloading his guts through it. Unfortunately he was standing in the garden, looking in.
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It's best to rise from life like a banquet, neither thirsty or drunken.
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An unsophisticated forecaster uses statistics as a drunken man uses lamp-posts - for support rather than for illumination.
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Women are the only realists; their whole object in life is to pit their realism against the extravagant, excessive, and occasionally drunken idealism of men
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A man that apprehends death no more dreadfully but as a drunken sleep, careless, reckless, and fearless of what's past, present, or to come; i...
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Christian, you may see me only as a drunken, vice-ridden gnome whose friends are just pimps and girls from the brothels. But I know about art and love, if only because I long for it with every fiber of my being.
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A moment comes in the life of every man or woman when he or she must decide whether to be an average middleclass american who adheres to moderate political views and believes in some sort of 'higer power', or a drunken, pork eating, whoremongering infidel.
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He uses statistics as a drunken man uses lampposts -- for support rather than for illumination.
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Let others laugh, let others snicker We're all related in our love of our liquor
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He uses statistics as a drunken man uses lamp-posts — for support rather than illumination.
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Human reason is like a drunken man on horseback; set it up on one side, and it tumbles over on the other.
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The fact that a believer is happier than a sceptic is no more to the point than the fact that a drunken man is happier than a sober one. The happiness of credulity is a cheap and dangerous quality.
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He used statistics as a drunken man uses lampposts; for support rather than illumination.
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The fact that a believer is happier than a skeptic is no more to the point than the fact that a drunken man is happier than a sober one. The happiness of credulity is a cheap and dangerous quality.
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Hamlet is a course and barbarous play. One might think the work is the product of a drunken savage's imagination.
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Often statistics are used as a drunken man uses lamp posts... for support rather than illumination.
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It is best to rise from life as from a banquet, neither thirsty nor drunken.
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Banning gun shows to reduce violent crime will work about as well as banning auto shows to reduce drunken driving.
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Money mad. My wife says I spend money like a drunken sailor. Wonder what she'd say if I spent it like a sober congressman
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Top signs you're a drunken bastard:
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Young men are apt to think themselves wise enough, as drunken men are apt to think themselves sober enough.
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