Whoa! Just hang on a minute. Okay, so the first click maybe was an accident, but this is a step too far. This joke is not just bad, it is the world's worst joke. there are no runners up here. It is the worst there is, unedited, unrestricted.

It is long and tedious. It is not even mildly funny. Once you have read the punchline (which you probably would have guessed long before you ever reach it) you will feel sad and inadequate and suddenly feel annoyed that you ever wasted the time in reading it. Tumbleweed will roll past in the silence, interrupted only by your pathetic uncontrollable sobbing. The regret will haunt you for the rest of your life. you cannot get that time back once it is gone.

What appears below is not the world's worst joke. It is a very bad joke that is intended to persuade you to turn back now while you have the chance.

A very bad joke
George W. Bush was sitting in the Oval office when his Press Secretary and PA walked in.

"Mr. President," said the Press Secretary. "Your new economic policies are not popular at all. people are losing their jobs and there are riots in many cities."
Though slightly shaken, the President composed himself. "We must pay the price for growth. The pain now will be rewarded with long-term recovery."

The next day they both walked in again.
"Mr. President," said the PA. "Al Qaeda have just released a tape saying that they will attack several US landmarks by Christmas."
George Bush shuddered. "We must have courage. We will not back down from the fight till the fight is won."

The following morning they walked into the Oval office again.
"Mr. President," said the Press Secretary. "Tony Blair has said he is going to pull out all of the British troops from Iraq. he says he won't be your poodle any more."
"If we have to stand alone..." stammered the President. "Then we will do it. We will not falter in the hour of... in this time of need."

When they walked in the next day, they found that George Bush had completely lost his nerve. His backbone had dissolved and he had flopped onto the floor, a quivering jelly-like mass.
"Mr. President!" exclaimed the PA. "What happened?"
The President tried to reply but just wobbled in response.
"Shall we call Dick Cheney?" asked the Press Secretary.
"No," said the PA. "His heart is weak enough as it is."
"So, what can we do?"
"Well, I have a radical idea. We could make a George Bush-shaped mold and pour him into it and then leave him in the fridge for an hour or so."
"I don't think that is wise."
"Why not?"
"It could set a President."

I am ready to continue...