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.”