Mar 30, 2012

Only Turbo-capitalism Will Save You Now

Forget Cthulhu, this is much worse.

I shook the man’s hand and I just knew. There was mold between his ears, not a functioning brain.
“We’re going to turn this business around,” I said, grinning like the overconfident asshole I can be.
“Uh-huh,” he said.
“No more giraffes, Don,” I said. “Leave the marketing to me.”


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