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…
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