DOES MY NEW FONT MAKE IT LOOK LIKE I'M SHOUTING?

No.

<slaps thigh and laughs hysterically, Slappy-style...>

soz, you slay me.

wait, wait...

LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL!

LMAOLMAOLMAOLMAOLMAO

Deaf humor. If you've heard one, you've heard 'em all.

Or none at all.

I thought about going there but chickened out.

NOPE, EVERYTHING SEEMS OK TO ME, WHY DO YOU ASK?

What IS this damned craze?

Why is it that I am so damn funny in person but not in text?

Your mother sews socks that smell!
Oh it burns!!! It burns!!!
Can you help an altar boy, faddah?

I'm catlick.

Could you speak up a little? I am not wearing my glasses.

Fella answers a tavern's "Help Wanted" ad. He's told the position is pretty much standard bartender stuff, nothing special, except on the first Thursday of the month.

"What happens on those Thursdays?" the fella asks.

"That's the night the faculty and staff from the Deaf School meet here. Most of 'em don't hear or talk" answers the tavern owner.

"Well", says the fella, "If they don't hear or talk, how do they order drinks?"

"No problem", responds the tavern owner, "they've worked out a system; 1 finger is a tap beer, 2 fingers is a shot of brandy, 3 fingers is a shot of whiskey ... ", continuing on through the list. "Its real simple; you'll get the hang of it in no time, and to help you out at the beginning, there's a chart next to the cash register - just check that if you're unsure of anything."

The fella takes the job, and things go just fine. The first Thursday rolls around, and he's on duty as the crew from the Deaf School arrive. The evening proceeds without incident, the celebrants carrying on enthusiastically as the hours tick by. The fella has no problem with the semaphore drink order system ... untill very near closing time.

A situation for which the fella was unprepared arose, and hand signals with which he was totally unfamiliar began to appear, until the place was a sea of waving arms and gesticulating digits.

Perplexed, the fella picks up the phone and calls the tavern owner. "Boss, I've got a problem - I don't know what to do", he says.

"What's going on?" asks the tavern owner.

"They're all waving their arms all around, and they're giving me all sorts of hand signs I don't recognize - sometimes a bunch of 'em all do the same thing at once, the chart's no help, and I just can't figure out what they want"

"Oh, hell!", exclaims the tavern owner. "They're singing ... you'll never get 'em out there now."