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| Doggles |
If you’re not a regular visitor to this website, you’ll be
delighted to know I am chock full of ideas.
Some of which are really good, too.
Although I’m not yet a wealthy man because of all my astute
observations and drive, I still believe I will stumble upon that one stellar
inspiration needed to help me fulfill my dreams.
Too often inventors are discouraged from formulating
thoughts from whole cloth; others thrive on such initiatives and wind up wildly
successful.
Pet rocks, working vacations, and doggles are just a few
ideas at which the masses laughed, but made small fortunes for their creators.
Last St. Valentine’s Day I brought up a cutting-edge idea
that because Americans are led to believe there are only twelve straight people
alive in the United States
Yet, it is impossible to find Valentine’s Day cards targeted
to gays, lesbians, bi-sexuals, and transvestites.
An ardent search through the extensive greeting card
selection in my local department store failed to turn up any cards that would
be both specific and appropriate to be sent on Valentine’s Day.
Clearly there is a void in this market. A closer inspection negated the location of
congratulatory wedding cards, too.
With all the hoopla about gay marriages, replete with
lawsuits on both the local and federal levels, it is plain to see there is much
love to celebrate and something for which corporate America
While we’re on the subject of greeting cards, there is
another chasm in the I-feel-your-pain/love arena. Before retirement I spent countless hours
listening to cry-in-your-beer tales from women who decided to leave their
husbands for any number of reasons.
They were tired to him not picking up dirty socks, dropped
food, or the toilet seat. All were
grounds for divorce from the female perspective, along with parties to
celebrate the big break. Similarly
anguished friends and co-workers would throw galas to mark the end of potato
chips on the shag carpet.
Not long after though, the departed party would be less
elated and require moral support.
Here’s another free Hallmark© freebie. Divorce cards. They could easily fit in-between “Sorry your
hamster died,” and “You should have gotten that fast-food job.”
Speaking of pain, bandages are available in all sorts of
styles, designs, and colors.
They can be found in camouflage, pink, adorned with cartoon
characters, superheroes, and “flesh color.”
I got the “flesh color” from my Crayola© crayon box. I often used the box of 64 which included wax
crayons of 63 colors plus flesh.
Again, I see a void in the medical supply field for bandages
for black people.
I was careful not to use the term African-American because
Gary Player and Charlize Theron are white African-Americans. That’s a freebie for all you politically
correct douchebags. But I digress.
If I were black, I’d like to have a wound cover to help me
deal with my trauma without the wild color variation that cries: I’m a klutz!
There you have it. A
couple stellar ideas for making millions.
You are welcomed!
