Oh, my. Does this bring back memories or what? I miss Howard.
"A philosophy professor walks in to give his class their final. Placing his chair on his desk the professor instructs the class, 'Using every applicable thing you've learned in this course, prove to me that this chair DOES NOT EXIST.'
So, pencils are writing and erasers are erasing, students are preparing to embark on novels proving that this chair doesn't exist, except for one student. He spends thirty seconds writing his answer, then turns his final in to the astonishment of his peers.
Time goes by, and the day comes when all the students get their final grades...and to the amazement of the class, the student who wrote for thirty seconds gets the highest grade in the class.
His answer to the question: 'What chair?'"
Quoting Whitney, a philosophy classmate, "Ten bucks says Howard destroys a chair before the end of the year."
Quoting Howard, my philosophy prof, "Oh, s***, I think I broke the chair."
Good times, good times.
Try to define a chair. Come on, I defy you. THEN you can try and convince me I'm more than a parasitic personality of an evil genius.
Don't LOOK at anything in a physics lab.
Don't TASTE anything in a chemistry lab.
Don't SMELL anything in a biology lab.
Don't TOUCH anything in a medical lab.
and, most importantly, don't LISTEN to anything in a philosophy department.
"I accept bribes. They won't affect your grade, but I do accept them." Howard Hopkins