Story by Big M
Mark and Algernon were perched at the bar, having enjoyed a lovely morning tea of Granny’s best IPA (Impressive Pig’s A…, I mean, Ale), and were sipping on banana daiquiri chasers. The doors burst open to reveal Big M, wearing his best socks and sandals, Bermuda shorts, and a long sleave shirt, a picture of sartorial excellence.
“Hello Brother, Sister.” Chirped Mark. “Didja come down on the 3801?”
Big M was still brushing dust from his shirt. “Nah, the Flyer’s electric, now. They only
get the 38 out for spesh. How are you pair? Another round?” Our intrepid bar flies nodded eagerly, with daiquiri forming little yellow moustaches.
“Well, there’s been some concern.” Proffered Algernon. “We think the Bish is dead, or paralysed, or worse, and Gordon’s bin arrested!”
“Feckin’ stupid heap of shite!” Roared Merv from behind the bar. “Oy, Mark, you’re a plumber, aren’t you?”
“Nope”
“But you’ve got an interest in plumbin’?” Merv was red faced.
“Well, sort of.” Mark swallowed the last of his cocktail, placing the glass on the bar, and nodding enthusiastically towards the empty glass. “I do know that Thomas Crapper and Sons were the finest dunny makers in the Old Dart.”
Merv assiduously ignored the empty glass and the nods. “Well, can any of youz fix
a busted glass washer?” Merv was desperate to avoid washing anything by hand.
“We need to get to the most important matter at hand.” Algernon took control, of the floor, and the cocktails. “Gordon’s cat is missing, feared dead!”
“What, like Schrodinger’s cat?” Mark sounded excited.
“Well, yes and no. Schrodinger’s cat may have been dead, or may be alive.”
“Well, which is it?” Big M raised his a butt cheek off the stool to let out an enormous fart, or was it a shart?
“No, it was Schrodinger’s famous thought experiment, where he put a cat in a steel box..”
“A dead cat?” Mark had taken control of the cocktails, but not the floor, or the conversation.
“No, alive, anyway, it goes into a steel box with a Geiger counter, which feeds into a relay which can crack open a bottle of cyanide. I think Einstein wanted to add explosives, but that’s beside the point. If one single atom inside the box undergoes
nuclear decay, the Geiger counter detects it, the relay cracks the cyanide bottle, and the cat dies.” Algernon wasn’t sure they were following. “You don’t know if the cat’s dead or alive until you open the box. So in the meantime, the cat could be in two states, alive, or dead. It’s all quantum physics.”
“So can this bloody Schrodinger fix my bloody glass washer?” Merv was about to throw the machine into the yard.
“No!” The trio yelled.
“So Gordon’s cat is in a steel box?” Big M looked self-satisfied.
“No, Schrodinger’s dead cat is.” Laughed Mark, picturing a dead cat in a box.
“No, it’s either, or both, dead and alive!” Yelled an exasperated Algernon.
“So where’s Gordon’s cat?” Chimed in Christina, as she reached between them to grab some coasters.
“How the f#@$ would we know, it’s your story, ‘shoe!”
Therese Trouserzoff said:
Well, yesterday saw me at the vet’s having Tasha put down. She was 20 – and her kidneys were failing – vet said this was a secondary aspect of thyroid failure. After ten years in my company, despite the fact that she was a wee scabby cat, she was a quiet and personable companion.
Bit of a sad day, really. Especially for George – when Mr Cool finally adds up two and two.
Except … that a kitten showed up at Emmlet II’s place. Not chipped like Mark’s cat, about six weeks old.
So the universe turns the cycle one more time. I’m up for name suggestions. Currently considering Tilly and Marj. Like Mark, but more appropriate for a female.
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Big M said:
Schrodinger’s??
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sandshoe said:
I am ever so glad I stalled writing another episode. Very funny. Beautiful. Be prepared. Meantime I am going to read this one again.
Great joke fart, Big M. Methinks this one is breaking new ground (or wind) in fart jokes.
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Big M said:
Thanks, ‘shoe, I wrote this for you…the episode, not the fart!
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vivienne29 said:
I can’t think of anything funny to say. I’ve got my first bad back and I don’t like it.
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algernon1 said:
Hopefully not the fault of the cat.
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sandshoe said:
Dreadful. Sorry to hear this, Vivienne. I feel for you.
First one!
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vivienne29 said:
I’m fine standing up !
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Big M said:
I can empathise. Have had qbout four bouts of sciatica in my life, and they seems to take many months for recovery. Hope you can rest.
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Mark said:
Did you have a cat scan?
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Big M said:
Yep, but crikey that cat was cranky.
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honshades said:
Of course. It reminded him of Schrodinger just so much less Edelweiss through the intercom.
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Mark said:
Very enjoyable Sister.
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vivienne29 said:
I enjoyed that.
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algernon1 said:
Loved the punchline hilarious
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Therese Trouserzoff said:
George was saying that he has some concerns about this tail.
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Big M said:
Nice work, Sister, great graphics to accompany the rest of the crap.
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Mark said:
Yes, the only good cat is a dead one but don’t tell Emmjay.
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Big M said:
They make a tremendous mulch around fruit trees.
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Mark said:
Yuck, I used to like fruit 🙂
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Big M said:
But not an obligatory mulch, just a way to hide the bodies.
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honshades said:
There’s not mulch in it by now.
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