Posted on 09/03/2006 9:39:17 AM PDT by meandog
Great minds think alike.
Leonardo da Vinci. Alexander Graham Bell. Thomas Edison. Brian Conant.
Like the better-known names in that group, Conant had a vision and went with it, even though society often laughs at ideas that make great leaps forward, like da Vinci’s flying machine, Bell’s electronic communication device and Edison’s electric illumination source.
Hawaii resident Conant invented The Flatulence Deodorizer.
Many recall the immortal words Bell first spoke when testing the telephone: “Mr. Watson, come here. I want you.”
According to a press release, when Conant first tested his “Flat-D”—a thin, charcoal-activated pad that fits inside underwear, he said, “Maybe this one doesn’t have to smell.”
It remains to be seen whether Conant’s line will become a part of the lore of invention.
Conant is a military veteran who says the idea for the pad came from suits used to protect soldiers during chemical warfare.
The Flat-D pad is shaped like a light bulb, is only 1/16th of an inch thick, and can be washed and reused.
It’s “placed in the underwear next to the buttocks, creating a seal and forcing the gas to pass through the material,” according to the press release.
Without advertising, Conant’s said to have sold 30,000 pads on the Internet since developing the product in October 2002.
The release includes a testimonial from Thomas L. Lincoln, a medical doctor, who said, “I am plagued by flatulence, particularly at night I have had the good fortune to find the Flat-D activated charcoal pad.”
Among the professions said to find the pads useful are flight attendants, physical therapists and receptionists.
Conant hopes the pad will soon become ubiquitous, like underarm deodorant.
There’s been no word yet on the invention of a flatulence noise muffler.
Ah yes, the old western 'fart-off'
There was a skit on Mad TV about the same thing, the guy could fart any fragrance he wanted... the wife made him show it off for the in-laws..
Mad TV is one of the best comedy shows I think I've ever seen, especially the early days.
I loved the one where the President woke up stone cold sober from a drunken binge of an indeterminate length. The Secret Service Agent was telling him all the crap he did after getting drunk one night and staying drunk: he got the nomination, told France to stick it if they had a problem with us, and that his wife was Wynona Rider. After this he told the SS agent as he reached for a bottle, "this is just between us, right?"
Reminds me of the Russian prophylactic in the MAD magazine about 30 years ago....
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