Match Made in Heaven
You know those things that come around every 400 years or so, a combination so epic that it immediately proceeds to the annals of humankind's greatest achievements from the nanosecond it's discovered?
I'm talking like hydrogen and oxygen here, paper and ink, peanut butter and jelly. One of the most perfect and essential duos ever to exist.
Brace yourselves, now.
Pot and Satellite radio. Wow. And I just mean, wow.
I mean, the two things together is practically an orgasm in and of itself. I know the two of them are great on their own, but put them in the same room together and you have BOOM Instant Heaven.
I think I need a cigarette now.
And I don't even smoke.
Other thoughts on a Monday:
You think the guy who invented the Spork was actually named, "Spork?" Think about it, it's not all that ridiculous. An unfortunate surname, passed down through the generations. The guy gets hungry one day, or cheap, or whatever, and conceives of this concave/teeth hybrid utensil, makes a prototype, takes it to the execs...
I can picture it now (screen wiggles):
Spork: So gentlemen, that's my idea.
Exec: Spork, we freakin love it. You'll be a millionaire! Everybody's gonna know your name!
Spork: So you'll buy my Foon idea then?
Exec: Foon?
Spork: Yeah, the fork spoon. The Foon.
Exec: Oh... well we were going to call it, Spork.
Spork: Oh...
Exec: Yeah.
Spork: ...well that works too then.
posted by BJC @ 7:53 PM
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Very funny post...I just discovered Satellite Radio, it really rocks! As for Mr. Spork, he can be called anything he wants now...he's loaded. smiles
Nothing like a good spork.
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