A Frustrated Inventor

[teerex51]

I'd been to the patent office trying to register some of my

inventions. I went to the main desk to sign in and the lady at

the desk had a form that had to filled out. She wrote down my

personal information and then asked me what it was that I had

invented.

I said, "A folding bottle."

She said, "Okay, what do you call it...?"

"A Fottle," I replied.

"What else do you have, she asked...?"

"A folding carton."

"And, what do you call it...?"

"A Farton."

She snickered, saying, "Those are very silly names for

products, and one of them even sounds quite crude."

I was so upset by her comment that I grabbed the form and left

the office without telling her about my folding bucket. :haha:

 

[radman]

Pretty corny Stef. Time to update the notebook.

 

[teerex51]

OK, try this one...

WARNING: I'm playing the racial card, folks. Not PC a 'tall...

At the end of a tiny deserted bar in downtown Atlanta sat a huge black man.

He was having a few beers, when a short, well dressed, and obviously gay man walked in and sat beside him.

After three or four beers, the gay man got the courage to say a few words to the big black man.

Leaning over towards him, he whispered, "Do you want a ********?"

At this, the massive black man leaped up with fire in his eyes, and smacked the **** out of the gay man, knocking him swiftly off his stool. He proceeded to beat him all the way out of the bar, before leaving him bruised and battered in the parking lot, and returning to his seat.

Amazed, the bartender quickly brought over another beer to the black man, and said, "I've never seen you react like that. What did he say to you?"

"I don't know," the black man replied. "Something about a job."

 

[radman]

Hehehe. Better. Can't wait to tell that one at class if they ever ****** have it......