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!
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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!
I'm embarrassed to admit that I laughed out loud at that.
Hey, there's no shame in liking that type of humor...
There is, however, at least a teensy bit of shame in posting it.
Hey, puns are bad, but poetry -- it's verse!
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