I like reading funny blogs.
They get funny comments.
I want to have a funny blog.
Hey. You.
Make with the funny.


Fred said...

Wenn ist das Nunstruck git und Slotermeyer? Ja!
Beiherhund das Oder die Flipperwaldt gersput!

Sorry. That killed 'em in World War II-era Germany.

Anyway: Two fonts walk in a bar. The bartender looks at them both and says, "We don't serve your type in here." One of the fonts tells the other font, "Wait right here. I'm gonna go get the serif."

Wokka wokka wokka. Thank you, thank you, and thank you!

Sharon said...

I'm embarrassed to admit that I laughed out loud at that.

Dave Menendez said...

Hey, there's no shame in liking that type of humor...

Fred said...

There is, however, at least a teensy bit of shame in posting it.

Hey, puns are bad, but poetry -- it's verse!

jal said...

Bob walks into the cafeteria at his upscale retirement community for his 63rd birthday with a drop-dead gorgeous blonde bombshell on his arm. "Boys," he says, "I'd like to introduce you to my wife, Bethany. We just got married yesterday." His friends are agog, and one of them takes Bob aside.

"You're a shriveled up old fart. How'd you get her to marry you?"

"I lied about my age."

"But you're all hunched over and wrinkled up. What'd you say?"

"I told her I was 91."