Monday, April 30, 2007

If I sprout wings you may not touch them

I'll bet the inventor of the ham megaphone didn't make nearly what it's worth on the open market. Probably he didn't even sell even one except to his mother and she's an invalid and has to buy his inventions because he has power of attorney.

And that's the problem with inventing.

You come up with an idea, say ... mixing a ham and a megaphone and you get a product that the world has craved and didn't even know about it.

I'll bet you'd want to call it a Hamaphone.

If you had been the inventor WHICH YOU ARE NOT THE INVENTOR--I AM.

I know it doesn't technically boost your fact it has the opposite effect...a muffled hammy mumble as you sit and talk through the fat and tissue of delight.

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