A half mile away from the generating plant was a large lake where spent reactor rods were dumped. Beside the lake was a notice: "Attention Anglers. NO FISSION"
So an atom walks into a bar with a gun and the bartender says "Who are you and what do you want?" to which the atom replies "The name's Bond, Ionic Bond, and I want an electron taken, not shared."
I saw Michael J Fox in the garden centre yesterday. I could tell it was him straight away because he had his back to the fuchsias.