Sometime I just need a good laugh….
I have no idea if it’s a legitimate publication, but The Journal of Exuberantly Bad Fiction is something I’d like to read…at least one issue of it. With the slogan “If your eyeballs aren’t bleeding, I’m not doing my job,” it promises to print stuff “that makes Eye of Argon look like Literature with a capital f—ing L.” As one commenter at their website said: “How completely dreadful. I can’t wait for your first issue.”
Sure it’s writer’s humor, but their guidelines had me laughing our loud. If this is the only thing they publish, they’ll have been successful as far as I’m concerned.
D. Thomas Minton 
That’s the one destination from which a rejection is a compliment.
Too bad I chucked the stories I wrote in high school. They’d have enough material to fill an entire issue.
I still have the first story I ever wrote—a hand-written masterpiece penned in the third grade called the “The Spooky House.” A potential market, maybe?
Nope. You still have cute amnesty in third grade. A socially awkward teenager trying to emulate Vonnegut… that’s unintentional comedy.