I have an idea.
Where are you going? Come back!
Now, where was I? Oh yeah. Imagine an office. No, a bigger one. Think tennis court big. Picture a giant desk and sunlight sieving through the blinds to stripe it. The air smells of dust and leather and mahogany and cigars.
The people behind the desk are a terrifying mass of suits, jewellery, gray hairs... and experience.
What? Yes, it's basically Dragon's Den. Look, just go with it.
A young man enters. He marches towards the desk and stops when the Persian rug muffles his steps. His suit is worn, his tie askew. His hair is a mess and he clearly hasn't shaved for days. But his eyes burn with madness and determination. He reaches into his suitcase and...
Alright, fine. I just wanted to set the scene. Ready?
Eyeglashes.
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| Bam! |
They're eyelashes on eyeglasses! They go together like saxophones and jazz.
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| If you're wondering why Sean Connery has these things badly photoshopped onto his face, just say the word out loud. |
I'm thinking millions will be made with this invention.
Right?
Guys?
Anyone?
...
(Yes, I spent a hundred thousand years photoshopping lashes onto glasses to go on Sean Connerys mug. I regret nothing.)
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