Paradox Party

The dinner party wasn't very fun at all, I have to say. I had really high expectations for it, too. I had even gone to the thrift store to buy some new pants just for this occassion. How could something so promising go so wrong?

Well, first of all, I hadn't purchased just any pair of pants. I accidently baught some of those "time pants" that were all the rage back in the late 80s. You know the ones, right? You'd wear them and set the dial, and suddenly be blasted into the future or the past. Well I didn't realize this while I was at the party. Then, suddenly, when the main course was served, I was appalled to see that they were serving ME as dinner! But not just me, it was me from the future.

"How did I get to be dinner?" I asked.
"Uh oh," another guest said in a sarcastic tone. "Looks like someone got themself in a paradox."

I hate dinner parties.
But I do think that the me from the future tastes pretty good with a little bit of black pepper.