Look at this big fat fucker.
David Hume was famous for revolutionising Anglophone philosophical thought in the 18th century by rejecting God and standing up to the church in favour of the new rationalism and empricism. He was also a big lad.

So, one fine day in Edinburgh - and Hume’s out and about in Edinburgh - acting the big fat philsopher cunt and generally lording it up and down the streets.
Due to his fat weight, he becomes unbalanced and falls into the mire at the Nor’ Loch, a lake which has been recently drained to make way for Princes Street Gardens.
Unluckily for him or, rather, because he’s such a porker, Hume can’t pull himself out of the muck. It stinks, and if someone doesn’t help him out then that’s where he’ll die: in a big pile of 18th century shit.
Suddenly, some common fishwives happen along and they go to help him out.
However they recognise Hume as the famous atheist and, being good Christian fish-hoors, they bargain that they will only pull him out of the shit if he converts to Christianity and recites the Lord’s Prayer right there.
Feelign the weight of his situation, Hume does as he’s told, and they pull him out.
So, a life of Philosophical rigour and fortitude undone in seconds by some Newhaven fishwives and a big pile of shite.
Mister Poo’s bottom line - you can be as smart as you want but a fat bastard is a fat bastard and that’s that.
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