Wednesday, 20 April 2011

Class Warfare

The office was out of toilet roll today, so I ended up using newspaper. Had the pleasure of cleaning up with Lloyd Blankfein’s face.

Don't give me that look.

Ooh, speaking of Blankfein, I got a nice smirk out of this (via Balloon-Juice):
Lloyd Blankfein walks into a bar and strikes up a conversation with an attractive woman.

“So what do you do for a living?” she asks.

Blankfein pulls out a can of gasoline, douses her in it, and takes out a cigarette lighter.

“I sell fire insurance.”

The woman turns in desperation to Jamie Dimon and says,

“And what do you sell?”

A sinister smile slowly spreads across Dimon’s face:
“Why, ma’am, I sell smoke.”

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