Entrepreneurialism
Ooooooo….Hard Rock Cafe in Las Vegas, you guys are TOTALLY Nuckin’ Futs! Naming the Mexican branch of your restaurant after a vagina, that’s SOOOOOOO edgy. You guys are about as crazy a slogan on a Coed Naked t-shirt. Don’t push that envelope too much now.
Actually, this got me thinking about a couple of entrepreneurial endeavors I’ve been mulling over for quite some time now.
I’m thinking of opening a sporting goods store. Not your average Sports Authority or Herman’s, but an original; one of kind. I’d solely sell wooden sporting equipment. You know, stuff like wooden baseball bats, cricket paddles, cross country skies, old school canoes, golf drivers, and achery accesories. I will call it “Sportin’ Wood.”
I’m looking to open a peanut stand. You know, the ones that grace the corners of the financial district of a major metropolis. I want to have my friends David, Dominic, Dimitri, Donald, Darren, Daryl, Dirk, and Danny to invest into this and become Managing Partners. We will name it “D’s Nuts.”
