Wow, those Doomsday Code (still available at Amazon!) guys kind of overstated the excitement of this whole rapture thing. I figured I wouldn’t be one of those consumed into heaven, but I thought that being left behind would have gotten alot more crazy. The library wouldn’t take the dollar I tried to give them for the overdue DVD, but really that was the extent of the bizarre happenings yesterday. Oh well, maybe the Mayans can really deliver it next year.
I was recently asked to invest in a new idea for a chair and/or footstool that’s held aloft by magnets. It was pitched to me like this: “They would be kind of bouncy but comfortable!” I was skeptical.
Until I received this schematic:
I’ve patented this idea so don’t think about stealing it, you Sneaky Pete, you.
So I’m going to open up a grocery store that only sells dishwashing detergent. The trick is to make sure that we always have Palmolive in stock when the local, heir-less, millionaire comes into the shop, because he loves washing dishes, and since he’s heir-less, I can get into his will. This means I have to keep an extra special eye on the Palmolive supply and make sure no stoners come in and buy the last bottle. Otherwise, it’s my best shot at a million bucks!