Ever have a great idea for making money or starting a business that, upon second thought, probably wasn’t such a good idea after all?
Post it here!
Ever have a great idea for making money or starting a business that, upon second thought, probably wasn’t such a good idea after all?
Post it here!
Two buddies and I were planning to start a chain of Brew-By-You business in Alberta, where there happened to be (At the time, anyway( no Brew-By-You businesses in operation. We were going to call it “Conservative Beers.” Don’t ask.
Anyway, it turned out the reason there were no Brew-By-You places in Alberta is because they were illegal, which put a damper on our efforts. We actually went to a legislator and asked about it but it wasn’t important enough to get it on the legislative agenda. We were very bitter.
Anyway, in retrospect, I’m glad it was illegal. Brew-By-You businesses lost their faddish appeal and many have since gone belly up.
**Did Sodom have a petting zoo? **
Love that title.
How about starting a website? Major way to lose money.
Sorry, nothing to add to the thread, but I have to say it’s the best thread title I’ve ever read!
Sorry, nothing to add to the thread, but I have to say it’s the best thread title I’ve ever read!
On second thoughts: How about starting a web site called “Did Sodom have a petting zoo?” On third thoughts, it might actually be a money-maker.
It would be a "Heavy Petting"zoo!!!
of course, it wouldn’t be a petting zoo, it would be a bestial brothel… but hey! that might have been a good moneymaker…
i mean, when a certain sex practice is NAMED after your city, bestiality is the least of your worries…
About a million years ago, really about 30 or so, I came up with the idea of a Laundra-bar.
It was my belief that most single guys hate laundramats (chairs that only a woman can sit in, the smell of really clean clothes and magazines that give quizes on whether your guy’s eye is wandering). Thus I came up with a laundramat that served beer, had lighting so poor you couldn’t see if the colors faded or not, and sports only (no soap operas aloud) on the television (I also fantasized about it being topless-never again would I care where that sock went, but it would be fun looking).
I had actually gotten the ball rolling by applying for the correct permits and meeting with boards and commissions when I was informed that the state I was in did not permit bars to combine with any type of business other than food service.
About ten years later I stumbled across a chain of newly formed establishments that did exactly what I tried to do a decade earlier.
It would have probably put me in a higher income tax bracket anyway.
GREAT thread title.
Back in college, a bunch of us poor college students were ticked off that those telephone psychics were making so much money. If people celebrated deliberate ignorance and gave their money to these hacks, why shouldn’t we try to get a cut of the action? We developed a “psychic reading by mail” scheme, which we started calling “Fraudulent Psychic Mail.” The idea never got off the ground because of the bickering over whether or not a company named “Fraudulent Psychic Mail” would attract extra scrutiny by the Better Business Bureau and other regulatory agencies.
Ok, so I didn’t say it was a good scheme …
How about (not me…the hubby) wanted to start making furniture to sell at the FLEA MARKET. Heck, if you can make it…sell it where you can really rake in the dough.
Actually, some of those ideas just might fly!
Straight out of undergrad, I was bored in my job and tried to think of the perfect career where I could work for myself. Still single, I decided that publishing a bar, restaurant and entertainment guide with an easy to read map for my city would be a blast. Get to check out all the sites, restauranteers would know me and comp my meals, yada, pipe dream, yada. Never mind the fact that newspapers in every large urban area already produce the same thing with weekly updates for a fraction of what I’d charge. pop
Then I was going to buy the lease on my favorite bar. I’d be a regular Sam Malone and would know everybody’s name. Upon reflection, my friends would have swallowed up all my profits and I’d be an alkie (okay, a bigger one). Chili’s ended up knocking the character out of the place with a wrecking ball and currently serves 69 varieties of cardboard there. pop
I currently get an AWESOME idea about once a week now, always about 2 1/2 glasses into a good California Cab (can somebody please call me one?). Always forgotton by the next day, I need to start writing these down. I’ll bring it with me here next time which, at current consumption rates, will be tomorrow.
My latest idea came this morning, thanks to a beautiful 10 month old girl that maintains our carpet for us. She’s gotton to where she can hold the formula bottle herself and tilts it skyward, drinking with entheusiasm. I’m going to invent a little, fake sleeve to slip over the bottom shaped like a Trumpet so that as she continues to belt out meals we can look at her and laugh at her Louie Armstrong impressions. Reville every morning and taps every evening.
Lord knows that now the humor and distraction would be even more precious. Thanks to her, it still is a wonderful world.
There’s a large flea market not too far from my house, and there’s a guy that does this. The booth has been there for a while, so I’d guess he’s making money.
Well, I was browsing in a discount book shop once and came across a book called The Correction of a Lady’s Maid. It was mildly kinky pseudo-Edwardian erotica, comprising much spanking of rosy-red bums and throbbing of manhoods (menhood?) Anyway, it looked like it would be dead easy to write, and I was desperate for a way to convert my hard-earned MA into cash, so I figured I’d try my hand at writing The Correction of Several Lady’s Maids and Their Mistress.
I’d written about two pages, and had just introduced a pair of strapping footmen named Willy and Peter, when it dawned on me that this wasn’t erotic – not even close. It was a passable parody, but I couldn’t imagine anybody wanting to read it with one hand. Zero hands, while rolling around on the floor, maybe.
That’s how I figured out that it takes a special kind of person to write erotica – the kind who actually finds it a turn-on, not the kind who can’t keep a straight face.
Romance novels, on the other hand …
here is my plan, there is a lot of anti-american feelings in the world today
so i would like to open re-education centers where i would take people from
other countries that hate the USA, brainwash them into loving us and
train them to overthrow their country . I would get the people from other
countries by kidnaping them and bringing them back to america to the
re-education centers .My profit would come from the U.S.goverment which
would pay me per person much like the private prisons get paid today
A while back I had the great idea of moving to Nevada and opening a brothel/used car lot.
However, the reasoning behind why this is a sure-fire money maker has been lost to the winds of time.