Google Fonts walks into a bar . . . The bartender says, ""we don't serve your type.""

Me: Define Illegal Cop: You're drunk, riding a horse, shooting a gun and yelling 'For Narnia' Me: I want my lawyer.

Beer makes me feel invincible. Vodka makes me feel innvienceablrerrer. *falls down*

Google+ is not a "ghost town", because a town filled with ghosts would actually be fun.