September 5, 2007
Karl says I need to start packing
Turd Blossom comes in this morning and says, look Larry. You have the fighter jet. You have the women. You have the largest enterprise software company in the world. Now you need the package. You need the appearance of one who is well-endowed. Seriously. It'll be a PR wet-dream come true.
Then he takes out his wallet and drops like $1,000 on my desk. He says, go get your joint worked on this afternoon, Larry. Then stuff some socks on the staff. Prop up the bishop. Treat your wang to the all time high. The girls will love it. The media won't be able to ignore it. The SAP fucks won't know what hit 'em. It worked for George and it'll work for you. Trust me on this one, Larry. Then he just walks out of my office.
Eh. I don't know. I mean, I like the idea, but it would be kind of out of character for me, you know? But honestly, I'm loving Karl. The man really is a piece of work.