I should have put them under glass next to all the patents I've stolen from widows. You know, the ones for the 200 mpg carburetor.
I had a water well witched on the farm a few years ago (very successfully, I might add), and as we were finishing up, he pulled out a rod with a butane lighter attached to the end. "Ya want me to see if ya got some gas under here, son?"
I said, "I didn't think there was anything around here. Didn't they try to drill a couple of gas wells over by {politically incorrect landmark} a few years ago?"
The dowser looked down at the ground for a second, then said, "Yeah. I didn't do too well on that one."