Everyone writes bad stories on occasion, and sometimes they get published and win awards. Other times they get posted on blogs for everybody to laugh at.
I need to do this quickly while the farce is still with me.
‘Tinkerbell,’ said Peter Pan, ‘how come you can turn lead into gold, teleport from one side of the galaxy to the other and eat as much as you like without gaining any weight? None of the other fairies can.’
‘I manipulate matter at the sub-atomic level,’ said Tinkerbell. ‘I’m a string fairy.’
‘We won’t know if we have her trapped in the sealed room until we knock down the wall,’ said the super hero.
‘You mean…’ said his sidekick.
‘Yes,’ said the super hero, ‘Schrodinger’s Catwoman has struck again.’
‘What are you eating?’ asked the bearded lady.
‘It’s a new type of burger,’ said the fat woman. ‘You can eat as many as you like and as long as people concentrate on how tall you are they won’t realise how much you weigh. It’s called a Heisen Burger.’
That’s three strikes, and I’m out of here.