Jacques Lacan: one of the greatest psychoanalysts and philosophers ever to walk this planet?
OR...a knob?
You decide.
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8 comments:
I'll plump for knob.
all the weeners you have up today! my my
a man can not think with his soul...of course not. duh.
a prick no, but I imagine he'd make an amazing pianist.
Both, like most folks.
I always used to think weener was something one put in a hotdog bun.
Analyse that.
Blimey Fern, did you actually watch that all the way through. My therapist thinks I'd 'love' Lacan, so I'm tentatively edging towards his tomes in the library. He's always struck me as either a) scarily obtuse or b) just plain nonsensical. I thought I'd start this weekend with the comic book introduction . Think I might just be able to get my little pill-like head around that.
i like that the weener is holding a drink. with an olive. nice touch
he's had a bris milah i see.
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