Jack and Jill went up a hill to fetch a pail of water. When they got there they met Bo Peep and her lovely baa-ing daughter. She said they must find Puss-In-Boots at The Little Red Hen's pub. And they all called Humpty Dumpty on the Wireless Garden Yada Headset Hub!
Now some might say a hub for conference calls is just no use to them! And some might say to share their music wouldn't matter to their friends! And some might say you could never chain a million folks on just one phone! But those people have no vision and will die sad and alone.
Recall that nice man on the road to far away St. Ives. He could give some to that stranger who had kits, cats, sacks and wives! And they could plug in microphones or perhaps their own headsets (not included)! And call up some far off LAN party and gloat how they were best!
The Wireless Garden Yada Headset Hub is quite versatile indeed. It shares the sound of anything that has the right plug, you see. An iPod or a DVD or hands-free in your car? The pretty girls (or boys) would flock to you, you'd be a star!
So Jack fell down and Jill tumbled 'bout and Three Blind Mice did run. And Little Miss Muffet got sick of her tuffet and she went off to Cancun! And the owl and the pussycat visited her thanks to those Three Men In A Tub. And they all phoned Little Boy Blue and his horn on the Wireless Garden Yada Headset Hub.
(And boy, did he give them an earful about the use of proper rhythm in verse!)
Warranty: 90 days
Connect up to 6 headsets or headphones (two 3.5mm jacks and Four 2.5mm jacks)
Let everyone participate in your mobile or cordless phone conversations.
Share your iPod®, mp3 player, laptop or portable DVD player audio
Includes built-in noise cancellation microphone.
Create a hands-free device in your car.
Make the world your own conference room.
Share your private SKYPE conversations while sitting in a busy coffee shop.
No batteries required
Great for conference calls
Dimensions: 2 3/8"dia. x 5/8"H
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You are commanded to rock. You must do so in an outwards fashion. We cannot specify further details on this safe-for-work, family-friendly web site. But know that we trust so deeply in your rocking abilities that we don't think you need the crutch of a black t-shirt.
<img style="padding-right: 10px; clear: left;" src="http://www.woot.com/Images/sale/JobyC-logo.jpg" align="left">This shirt was designed by: L.A.-based tattoo artist and garment designer <a href="http://vertigolab.com/">Joby Cummings</a>. You may remember him from such works as <a href="http://shirt.woot.com/friends.aspx?k=3640">Rat Rod</a>. He draws on skin at <a href="http://artandsoul.net">Art & Soul Tattoo Co.</a> and he's done fashion work for swank labels like Scanty, BCBG, Vertigo Paris, Christian Audigier and True Religion. About his personal creative recipe, he says, "Let us start with a generous helping of digital abstract meets Big Daddy Roth on a bed of stirred Picasso a la Mark Ryden ladled in Sailor Jerry's finest dressing with a light garnish of Issey Miyake, place all ingredients in a drum machine, mix well, serve chilled." In other words, he's way cooler than you, or us, or anybody we know.
Wear this shirt: as a protest against all those who would insist that we rock inwardly. Take that, Establishment!
Don't wear this shirt: to your family Thanksgiving dinner, if your grandma is the inquisitive type. You might have to explain the acronym in front of everybody. Thanksgiving will be ruined and it'll be all your fault.
This shirt tells the world: "Figure it out your f****** self, a******."
(1) Woot Cellars Polyphemus Sonoma Red Blend 2005 1.5L
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CRASH! HOWL! SLURP!
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