It was when I found out I could make mistakes that I knew I was on to something.
When a cat is dropped, it always lands on its feet. When toast is dropped, it always lands butter-side-down. I propose to strap buttered toast to the back of a cat, butter facing up. The two will hover, spinning, inches above the ground. With a giant buttered-toast/cat array, a high-speed monorail could easily link New York with Chicago.
" I used to worry about menapause until I read about the lady who put her toilet paper away in the fridge and then I became just plain scared!"