As I was walking to school one day, I decided to take a shortcut through the woods, even though I wasn't supposed to, and I saw two kids standing behind a tree talking about purple spaghetti.
I was curious, but needed to get to school, so off I went.
As I was sitting in class, my curiosity was starting to get the better of me, so I asked my friend:
"As I was walking to school today, I decided to take a shortcut through the woods, even though I wasn't supposed to, and I saw two kids standing behind a tree talking about purple spaghetti. Do you know any thing about purple spaghetti?"
My friend says "Purple spaghetti? You'd better ask the teacher."
So, I go up to the teacher, and ask:
"As I was walking to school one day, I decided to take a shortcut through the woods, even though I wasn't supposed to, and I saw two kids standing behind a tree talking about purple spaghetti. So, I asked a friend, and he told me to ask you. Do you know any thing about purple spaghetti?"
My teacher says "Purple spaghetti? You go to the principals office NOW!"
So, I go up to the principals office. He finally calls me in and asks what the problem is. So, I ask:
"As I was walking to school one day, I decided to take a shortcut through the woods, even though I wasn't supposed to, and I saw two kids standing behind a tree talking about purple spaghetti. I asked my friend, he told me to ask the teacher, teacher sent me to you. Do you know any thing about purple spaghetti?"
The principal says "Purple spaghetti? You'd better go home! We don't tolerate that here."
So, I walk home. Mom wants to know why I'm home early, so I start again:
"As I was walking to school one day, I decided to take a shortcut through the woods, even though I wasn't supposed to, and I saw two kids standing behind a tree talking about purple spaghetti. I asked a friend, he told me to ask the teacher, the teacher sent me to the principal, he sent me home. Do you know any thing about purple spaghetti?"
My mom says "Purple spaghetti? You go up to your room and wait for your father to get home!"
So, I go up to my room and wait. Dad finally comes home, and asks what the problem is:
"As I was walking to school one day, I decided to take a shortcut through the woods, even though I wasn't supposed to, and I saw two kids standing behind a tree talking about purple spaghetti. I asked a friend, he told me to ask the teacher, teacher sent me to the principal, principal sent me home to mom, mom sent me up here to wait for you. Do you know any thing about purple spaghetti?"
My dad says "Purple spaghetti? Out! Out! I don't want someone like you living under my roof!"
So, I wandered the streets for a while. Finally I joined the army. Things were starting to look up, when the old curiosity got the better of me. I went up to my CO and asked:
"As I was walking to school one day, I decided to take a shortcut through the woods, even though I wasn't supposed to, and I saw two kids standing behind a tree talking about purple spaghetti. I asked a friend, he told me to ask teacher, the teacher sent me to the principal, the principal sent me home to my mom, my mom sent me up to my room to wait for my dad, my dad kicked me out of the house. Do you know any thing about purple spaghetti?"
My CO says "Purple spaghetti? Dishonorable discharge for you! Theres no room for people like you in the army!"
So, its back to wandering the streets. After a week or so I stopped into a psychiatrists office to see if he could help.
"Whats the problem?" asked the doctor.
I recapped the story so far.
"As I was walking to school one day, I decided to take a shortcut through the woods, even though I wasn't supposed to, and I saw two kids standing behind a tree talking about purple spaghetti. I asked a friend, he told me to ask teacher, the teacher sent me to the principal, the principal sent me home to my mom, my mom sent me up to my room to wait for my dad, my dad kicked me out of the house, I joined the army and they discharged me. Do you know any thing about purple spaghetti?"
The shrink says "Sure, I can tell you everything you want to know about purple spaghetti. C'mon, lets go to the diner across the street and have a cup of coffee."
As we were crossing the street the psychiatrist got hit by a car and died.
That, my friends, is the worst joke in history. The only way to get over the sense of personal loss of the 5 minutes it took you to read - 5 minutes you will never get back - is to memorize it and do unto others.
I've personally managed to annoy hundreds with that joke. Whats funny is when I'm telling it to a new person, the 5 or 6 others standing around to hear me rattle it off again chime in at the "Even though I wasn't supposed to" part, like a deranged chorus, which REALLY confuses the jokee.