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|  Invent It!by Lindsay Green   September 30, 2002 I will invent it!
A mendable, bendable tube that will heal any wound and smell like the moon for only half a dubloon! A meteor catching net that plays DVDs and warms up your knees and always asks please when you forget to because you are an asshole. A robot that picks the nuts out of trail mix and the raisins and nasty bits of cereal and those dusty little pretzels that taste funny. Yeah. Fuck those, too! A robot that makes it all M&Ms would be nice. A lotion that puts out fires inside electrical wires and smells like a honeysuckle bath. An alarm for when your milk expires or when there's a nail in your tires or when you're sleeping with liars. A meter that tells you how much time you have left before the heart in your chest shoots straight out of your breast. Goddamned bacon cheeseburgers! Why do they have to make them so good? A magnifying machine that makes little nickels work like quarters and supersizes all your orders for way less than 39 cents! And finally, a man-sized pillow that pleases says "Excuse!" when it sneezes and never, not once ever (unlike another) puts the moves on your mother or your sexually confused younger brother or your collie or any other household pets after ten lousy drinks! And it's not named Steve! Quote of the Day“Speak when you are angry and you'll make the best speech you will ever regret. Speak when you are extremely angry and you'll really regret it—all stuttering and shit, like Porky Pig. And they'll just make fun of you. I know I would.”-Ambruce Fierce Fortune 500 CookieStick it where the sun don't shine—that's the only way you'll be sure it glows in the dark. Does this look like medium rare to you? Take it back or there goes your tip. If you could ask God one question, don't make it, "Who farted?" Take a self-time out this week, but don't just waste it by yourself; extract the time itself from the timeline, so you can put it back wherever you want. Lucky legends this week: Sasquatch, the Jersey Devil, Abominable Snowman, and other Bigfoot rip-offs.Try again later. Least Effective SARS Protective Efforts
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