mascdr
June 21st, 2001, 07:36 AM
A man goes to the U.S. Patent Office and asks to patent the apple he’s carrying. “You can’t do that,” says the patent Office official. “Mother nature invented the apple.”
“Not this apple. It’s special,” says the man. “Take a bite,”
The officer takes a bite and says, so? It taste like any old apple”
“Turn it around, turn it around!”
“Wow-it tastes like a pear!”
“Turn it again.”
“This is incredible,” says the official, “it taste like a peach.” And he gives the guy a patent on his three-flavored apple.
As the man’s walking through the lobby on his way out he sees a man with a bagful of cookies. “What’ve you got there?” he asked cheerfully.
“Special cookies,” explains the second guy. “Take a bite, it tastes like wussy.”
“I don’t believe it-let me try one.” He takes a big bite, only to make a face and sputter, Damm, this tastes like zhit.’
“Turn it around, turn it around!”
“Not this apple. It’s special,” says the man. “Take a bite,”
The officer takes a bite and says, so? It taste like any old apple”
“Turn it around, turn it around!”
“Wow-it tastes like a pear!”
“Turn it again.”
“This is incredible,” says the official, “it taste like a peach.” And he gives the guy a patent on his three-flavored apple.
As the man’s walking through the lobby on his way out he sees a man with a bagful of cookies. “What’ve you got there?” he asked cheerfully.
“Special cookies,” explains the second guy. “Take a bite, it tastes like wussy.”
“I don’t believe it-let me try one.” He takes a big bite, only to make a face and sputter, Damm, this tastes like zhit.’
“Turn it around, turn it around!”