(Several other reports are available, this one chosen merely by way of Google dominance…)
(Obligatory Thread Placement Disclaimer: Maybe this isn’t Pit Worthy, but it makes me want to scream and curse, so I’m thinking Pit…)
Are you fucking kidding me! You guys smoking guitar picks again! What insanity stalks our grey halls of finance, what madness bursts like the Alien aborning from their swollen porcine flesh? What is this shit? What is this shit? What is this shit?
“Its an opportunity for someone with less than perfect credit to build up his/her credit rating by performing responsibly and baring their throat so that we can drain the last drop of blood from their body…”
(Read that last imagining a barracuda in a three-piece suit batting big brown eyes with frantic innocence…) What is this shit?
Do these guys have to pass drug tests, every once in a while? Do they have the occasional MRI on their collective crania, to see if maybe brain weevils have burrowed in and are dining with weevilish abandon on their lobia? (That’s lobia, with an “o”. Stop that!)
I’ve been listening to these guys for years, about how they are all about being hard-headed, realistic, not given to flights of fancy like yours truly, level headed men. OK, so I’ve seen UFOs and had telepathic conversations with cats (a lot less interesting than you might think, by the way…), but never, ever have I come up with anything so brain-dead scratch-butt stupid as this.
Is someone slipping powder Novocain in their coffee? If I stuck them in the cheek with a pub dart, would they flinch?
(All right, time to 'fess up. It wasn’t really eighty percent, its only seventy-nine point nine…)