The Perfect Cure for Stupidity
We've been toying with the tagline for Smart Pills (breath mints!) now forever, without a real consensus. Some of us think "The Perfect Cure for Stupidity" is perfect, but others find it a little un-p.c. and condescending. Which makes it even more perfect, doesn't it?
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Sass in Pocket
The above photo is an homage to Irving Penn's "Theatre Accident, New York, 1947" and contains the contents of my pockets, today, 22 November 2010 (from bottom, counterclockwise): Smart Pills, Zippo lighter, passport, cigarette case — now used as a wallet, dog tags (fake), Timex watch, Land Cruiser and house keys, Leatherman, sterling-silver Tiffany tape measure.
Listen and learn, kid.
My dad told me this joke when I was 8 years old, and it's stuck with me ever since: 2 kids are walking in the woods when one sees some rabbit pellets on the ground. "What are those?" he asks. "They're smart pills" says the other kid, "eat them and they'll make you smarter." The first kid says, "Really?" He picks a couple of them up and eats them. "They taste like sh--" he says, spitting them out. "See, you're getting smarter already."
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