Philosophy is the inevitable result of a houseful of books, alcohol, and vibrators. If you don’t have something interesting to say after drunk-masturbating while reading Judge Sirica’s Watergate memoir because you really wanted to finish it before dinner but it was getting a little dry, and speaking of dry your hitachi is right next to you so why not? then you won’t ever have anything interesting to say.
Just me?
Now visualsing Socrates, Kant, Descartes and Schopenhauer using vibrators. Thanks? I think.
Monty Python’s Philosophers song also springs powerfuly to mind :