late-night Saturday joke, the "Fun With CSS" edition
I told Phyl my favorite-ok...only-semantics-related joke tonight, and it's late and I'm tired so what-the-hell, I thought I'd share it with, well, y'all:
Q:
What do you get when you cross a mafia don with a semiotician?
A:
A godfather who will make you an offer you can't understand.
Shelter me, oh genius words
Just give me strength
To pen these things
And give me peace to will her wings
And oh, oh carry on, all you minstrels of the world
We will catch our lady's ear
We will win for us the girl
Q:
What do you get when you cross a mafia don with a semiotician?
A:
A godfather who will make you an offer you can't understand.
Shelter me, oh genius words
Just give me strength
To pen these things
And give me peace to will her wings
And oh, oh carry on, all you minstrels of the world
We will catch our lady's ear
We will win for us the girl