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October 15, 2001
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Dom Casual
So, a font walks into a bar.
The bartender looks up and says, "We don't serve your type here."
Posted by on October 15, 2001 01:13 PM in the following Department(s): Humor , Writing
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It is a sad commentary that you have this here, this here thing.
Though it contains an form of humor (that would be the lowest form, somewhere below amoeba humor), the pun is a shoddy bit of giggly-goo. 'So Descartes walks into a bar' (*) - now that is funny. Doesn't rely on the quick turn of phrase as in, 'so a mushroom walks into a bar' (**), rather it is enriching by its sensitivity to the deconstructivist oncology.
You people make me nauseous.
* That would be, 'I think not, poof,' and
** 'Why not, I'm a fungi.'
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