Stupid inventions

are a cunt.

Please allow me to introduce to you the idea of the “walking sleeping bag”

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Call me old fashioned but if I am asleep I tend to be laid down for crying out loud. and still; well sort of. Who on earth would want one of these abominations? Even if I was one of the 6% poor fuckers that do actually sleep walk I wouldn’t want to try it inside one of these contraptions for fear of breaking a fucking leg.

I get sleeping bags I have been camping and stayed in a caravan etc when younger, but why can’t you get dressed once you are up and awake.

Reminds me of the lazy chavy cunts that go to the supermarket still in their PJs or fucking Onesies on a Sunday morning. Get dressed I inwardly exclaim to myself.

The Walking sleeping bag = one useless invention indeed. Can cunters name other such creations.

Nominated by Everyonesacunt.

75 thoughts on “Stupid inventions

  1. Anyone else remember ‘Deeley Boppers’?
    Another pointless 80s craze.

    They were a plastic headband with thwo springs on it. On the end of the springs there could be glittery balls, dice, stars, pom poms, whatever. They were supposed to look like a bug or a space alien’s antennae.

    Cunts bought these fuckers in droves in the Summer of 1982. My grafter swag selling mate went down to London in July 82. He sold thousands of these bloody things on the Embankment, made a mint. It was pure Del Boy style crap. But, when one cunt buys one, every other fucker wants one. And that proved to be the case.

  2. Clackers!

    Fucking wrist bruising noise makers.

    Fidget bands, designed for ADHD people, adopted by every “cool” chump as a status symbol.

    • I remember them Jeezum.

      And those crappy ‘moving’ octopus things.

      Just a bit of smelly coloured rubber. Cover it in soapy water, and then it would fall off the wall. Absolute shit.

  3. I once worked with a guy called Alex Crapper, his great grandfather invented the ball clock, the U bend, & had many other patents to do with the modern toilet.

    • Thomas Crapper, an absolute gem of a man.

      Give your fella a hearty handshake, with thanks, from me, and tell him I remember his great grand fondly every morning, around 6am.

  4. Maybe a “sleep-walking bag” for any somnambulists out there, but otherwise, BS. And, frankly, that is what it would likely smell of.

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