Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.

My uncle had a beer gut that weighed two hundred pounds He used a wheelbarrow to haul it into town They treat him like a king when he walks into Woody’s bar His beer gut pays for lights and heat and Woody’s brand new car. Nudsie got a beer gut that gets bigger every year…

An Irishman, an Italian, and a Polish guy are in a bar. They are having a good time and all agree that the bar is a nice place. Then the Irishman says, “Aye, this is a nice bar, but where I come from, back in Dublin, there’s a better one. At MacDougal’s, you buy a…