The Worst Joke I Know
By Christopher Munroe
So Rene Descartes walks into a bar.
He’s finished an axiom a day ahead of schedule, and as such has a three-day weekend he hadn’t expected to have. Therefore, he plans to get schnozzled.
And schnozzled he becomes. Shots of Jagermeister, beer by the jug, by two in the morning he’s propped against the bar to keep from falling.
Still, he’s good folk and he works hard. Nobody begrudges him.
“One for the road?” the bartender asks, and Descartes scoffs.
“Are you kidding? I’m already so drunk I can’t even think!” He replies, then vanishes, never to be seen again…