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Penwose, Kiwi

George’s Uncle Clyde called me on my secret line and told me what he was about to tell me, which is what I am about to tell you, is highly classified, so I should keep it under my hat, as you should keep under yours.

I asked how he got my secret number, and he said he called from His secret number, which catalogs all secret numbers in its secret data database cashe or SDDC. I had no idea he had such information. I think that is probably because it was secret?

He said he hoped I would join him in his new venture.

His ventures seemed to go nowhere in the past and I viewed this as another such, but allowed him to elaborate. Fortunately his elaborates were not very elaborate.

He said he had a new invention he hoped to market for millions.

I asked why he did not take it to Shark Tank?

He said they are crooks and shoot down everything they like and then do it themselves.

I never thought of that, but I suppose they could?

Uncle Clyde said his invention was for Old Farts who fall asleep on the toilet snoring. He calls it a CCRAP MACHINE and says it is very similar to a CPAP, except you don’t use it in bed, unless you have a real problem.

I told him I don’t know of anybody who falls asleep on the toilet, but then again why would I…although I sometimes drift off myself.

He also told of a more practical device of his known as a “Toot-da-lo,” which he did take to Shark Tank actually, and they are working on it.
It consists of a cardboard cylinder with predrilled holes you can play like a flute when the toilet paper roll has run out.

I told him the second might bring about a need for the first?
I am considering both.

Penwose Out,
By George
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