Two proffies were taking their summer hiatus together in a cabin in the mountains.They sat on the front porch, admiring the scenery, drinking margaritas and gnoshing on crudites.
After a time, the first proffie said, "Say, tell me, have you read Marx?"
The other considered the query and then said, "Yes. I think it's from these wicker chairs."
I like it :)
ReplyDeleteMy students have red marks all over their papers.
ReplyDeleteoh, that's a groaner, but cute.
ReplyDeleteChuckle.
ReplyDeleteHeh, heh. Thanks, Alberta.
ReplyDeleteSo, where the wicker marks met, did they form acute or obtuse Engels?
ReplyDeleteWhere I live, it's still winter, so it's Foucault to sit outside in wicker chairs.
ReplyDeleteWith wicker furniture, sometimes you win and sometimes you Deleuze.
ReplyDeleteDewey need to stop now? We're on a roll.
ReplyDeleteI Nietzsche drink.
ReplyDeleteArendt away finally, thank god.
ReplyDeleteI once had Aleksander Isayevitch Solzhenitsyn in my interrogation chamber and I asked him "What do you have to say for yourself?"
ReplyDeleteHe replied "I farted."
FIN