D.I.D.I.P.P.
D. I. D. I. P. P. s are the kind of people who think dying is a promotion and then try to invent something while they’re dead.
My dog’s D. I. D. I. P. P. dream was to invent a sandwich that could talk.
My uncle’s D. I. D. I. P. P. idea was to make a bicycle that also sings opera.
My friend tried to be a D. I. D. I. P. P. and now he’s stuck in a vending machine.