I am standing before the hotdog vendor’s cart, eating the hotdog that I just bought. “Excuse me, sir,” says the vendor, “but you spilled some relish and ketchup and mustard on your shirt.” — I look down at my white collared button-up and see that he is right. So I say: “Will you please pass me one or two napkins?”
Just then, the world turns into a giant bomb. Planets are jolted out of their orbits. (What happened is that the superhero Captain America caused a foregone conclusion to destroy the house of his rival Flash Gordon.) This has the side effect of blowing up all the televisions in the universe as well as the satellites that feed them their programming.
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