Inventor Jokes

An inventor goes to the patent office, sees the patent officer and says, "I've got an invention; it's a folding bottle. I call it a fottle, get it? - folding bottle - fottle."
"Very nice, sir," the patent officer says. "Do you have any other inventions?"
"Yes, I do. I also have a folding carton; I call it a farton," replies the inventor.
"I'm sorry, sir," the officer says, "but that is an inappropriate name; it's disgusting."
"Oh," groans the inventor, "then I guess you wouldn't be interested in my folding bucket."

This man goes along to the Patent Office with some of his new designs.
He says to the clerk, "I'd like to register my new invention. It's a folding bottle."
"OK," says the clerk. "What do you call it?"
"A fottle, replies the inventor."
"A fottle? That's a stupid! Can't you think of something else?"
"I can think about it. I've got something else though. It's a folding carton."
"And what do you call that?" asks the clerk.
"A farton", replies the inventor.
"That's rude. You can't possibly call it that!"
"In that case," says the inventor...
"You're really going to hate the name of my folding bucket."

This man goes along to the Patent Office with some of his new designs.
He says to the clerk, "I'd like to register my new invention. It's a folding bottle."
"OK," says the clerk. "What do you call it?"
"A fottle," replies the inventor.
"A fottle? That's stupid! Can't you think of something else?"
"I can think about it. I've got something else though. It's a folding carton."
"And what do you call that?" asks the clerk.
"A farton", replies the inventor.
"That's rude. You can't possibly call it that!"
"In that case," says the inventor...
"You're really going to hate the name of my folding bucket."

This man goes along to the Patent Office with some of his new designs.He says to the clerk, "I'd like to register my new invention. It's a folding bottle.""OK," says the clerk. "What do you call it?""A fottle, replies the inventor.""A fottle? That's a stupid! Can't you think of something else?""I can think about it. I've got something else though. It's a folding carton.""And what do you call that?" asks the clerk."A farton", replies the inventor."That's rude. You can't possibly call it that!""In that case," says the inventor..."You're really going to hate the name of my folding bucket."

John Joseph Houghtaling, the inventor of the Magic Fingers Vibrating Bed, which brought 15 minutes of "tingling relaxation and ease" for a quarter in hotel rooms across America, has died at age 92.

The family revealed that his tombstone will read:

R-R-R-R-E-S-S-S-S-T-T-T-T-I-N-N-N-N-P-P-P-P-E-E-E-E-A-C-C-C-C-E