Patent Not Pending YET!
Lauren and I decided that the best plan for becoming zillionaires is to invent something. That's right, we have a plan, it's as far as we've made it, leave us alone, we're freaking trying.
Everytime we see a commercial for a new do-dad or thingy-ma-bobbit, one of us yells, "MAN! Why didn't YOU think of that??!!" Blame is a condiment in our household, we spread it on liberally.
I LOVE the acting in the commercials. The woman that is completely exasperated with the prospect of slicing a tomato. The woman that surely goes into the garage and hangs herself from a sturdy beam after trying to peel an egg. The gal who manages to scald herself trying to drain pasta. The man being drug around his neighborhood by his dog.
I think they should combine the actors in those infomercials with the prescription commercials side affects. Let's see the tomato slicing drama queen act out, dry mouth, naseau and in rare circumstances death. Or the egg peeling Julia Roberts interpret constipation, dizziness and my god the urge to gamble (restless leg syndrome = craps-a-holic). Can the man lawn-skiing behind his lab do sexual side affects? Can the ladies who slit their legs shaving do seizures and heart palipitations, not with the razors, well okay maybe. If everyone mentioned above could incorporate their product along with the side affects, well I'd eventually be one of those folks that has the sofa grow into their skin.
I came up with something this weekend for Lauren and I to pursue. I've been watching carefully for 'necessity' because, well you know, it's the mother of invention. I think I'm on to something.... I would demand to be the star in the commercial and I would rock the shit out of it.
Everytime we see a commercial for a new do-dad or thingy-ma-bobbit, one of us yells, "MAN! Why didn't YOU think of that??!!" Blame is a condiment in our household, we spread it on liberally.
I LOVE the acting in the commercials. The woman that is completely exasperated with the prospect of slicing a tomato. The woman that surely goes into the garage and hangs herself from a sturdy beam after trying to peel an egg. The gal who manages to scald herself trying to drain pasta. The man being drug around his neighborhood by his dog.
I think they should combine the actors in those infomercials with the prescription commercials side affects. Let's see the tomato slicing drama queen act out, dry mouth, naseau and in rare circumstances death. Or the egg peeling Julia Roberts interpret constipation, dizziness and my god the urge to gamble (restless leg syndrome = craps-a-holic). Can the man lawn-skiing behind his lab do sexual side affects? Can the ladies who slit their legs shaving do seizures and heart palipitations, not with the razors, well okay maybe. If everyone mentioned above could incorporate their product along with the side affects, well I'd eventually be one of those folks that has the sofa grow into their skin.
I came up with something this weekend for Lauren and I to pursue. I've been watching carefully for 'necessity' because, well you know, it's the mother of invention. I think I'm on to something.... I would demand to be the star in the commercial and I would rock the shit out of it.
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