Today's #flashfiction #WhoWalksIntoABar

“I'm calling your bluff.”

Professor Xavier, X-Men* #quote

Today I went to my card game thing. Tomorrow I will may or may not take over the world. Anyway onto the flash fiction!

Who Walks Into A Bar

       Three jokes walk into a bar looking for a comedian to tell them. They searched high and low, from China to L.A. All to find the comedian that would deliver their punchlines to a crowd. Make some people burst out laughing and make the joke's lives complete.

       But the reason these jokes couldn't find a comedian was that their sheer awfulness. These jokes just stunk. Most comedians cleared the room because of the foul odor they generated before the comedy even managed to ask to be told. When they requested and gave their contents to the comedians that did humor them some even passed out from how long their lameness caused them to groan.

       The jokes felt hopeless. They'd asked thousands of people and only met rejection. All cultures despised them. Not one interpretation of them in any culture or language got a laugh.

      “We should just drink until our punchline's can't handle anymore and our buildups explode.” One of the jokes said as they walked up to bar counter.

       The bartender then said to the joke. “Whoah, hey, you three. I'm all for selling you drinks but I don't want ya killing yourselves.”

        The second joke then said to the bartender, “But no comedian will take us. What good is a joke without someone to tell it?”

        The last joke added, “Yeah, what do we have to live for?”

        “Why do you need a comedian again?” asked the bartender.

         The jokes sat their silently for a long time. After a moment they awkwardly ordered drinks.

         With that thought hanging on their mind they left the bar and began just telling themselves without a comedian. Sometimes they just jumped on walls or jumped into people's minds as idle thoughts. They began to gather with other bad jokes to form a family, then an organization, then a nation of awfully unfunny humor. All prepared to spread itself without the need of humanity. So whenever a terrible joke seems to spring from an unknown source, you can blame a simple bartender.