The Passing Parade: Cheap Shots from a Drive By Mind

"...difficile est saturam non scribere. Nam quis iniquae tam patiens urbis, tam ferreus, ut teneat se..." "...it is hard not to write Satire. For who is so tolerant of the unjust City, so steeled, that he can restrain himself... Juvenal, The Satires (1.30-32) akakyakakyevich@gmail.com

Monday, August 23, 2004

WHO YA GONNA CALL? FATBUSTERS!: I wonder how long it will be before those clever Japanese figure out how to fit this fat busting microwave oven they've just invented into a tanning salon machine. Millions of overweight Americans are looking for a way to lose weight without exercising or giving up junk food and get a good tan while they're at it. The Japanese could get a licensing deal with Wal-Mart; every superstore in the country would get a weight-loss tanning salon, preferably next to the aisle with the ten pound economy size bag of potato chips and the boxes of Coca-Cola, ensuring that the customer base would never disappear. The market is there, people; it only takes an entrepeneur of genius to go out and sell the concept to the nation and the world. Emerson was right: build a better mousetrap and the world will beat a path to your door.
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