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GM's Thread About Everything/GM's Thread About Nothing (25 Viewers)
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Officer Pete Malloy
Footballguy
Good luck, GM and DA Raiders. And to think I was going to ##### about the stupid minimart gas pumps not giving me my .20-per-gallon Vons/Safeway discount this morning.
Limp Ditka
Footballguy
krista4
Footballguy
Not going to ##### about anything in here for a while. Sorry, DR and GM.
Officer Pete Malloy
Footballguy
-fish-
Footballguy
Thorn
Footballguy
Officer Pete Malloy
Footballguy
Henry Ford
Footballguy
If it makes you feel better, failing to cool the stock before sealing and refrigerating it could have gone much, much worse.No no, not wrong at all. I'm here to make everybody else feel better about themselves. Hell, show your wives, let them realize it could be soooooooooooo much worse.Oh my. Sorry GM. It sounds horrible but it made me laugh. Is that wrong?Say, you guys want to feel a little better about yourselves this morning? I know you do! Sit back and take a little spin in my shoes in what I'm calling "The Week of Woe".
- Monday: Not sure if our little town of weird has made national news for the torrential downpours and flooding that is now killing people who suffer from hubris and think their little eco-friendly roller skate cars can plough through the standing high water that's littering our roads now, but Portland is getting abused by rain which has not only flooded my back yard, but is now causing a neat little leak around my chimney that's penetrating all the way down to our basement and will cost $1,500 to fix. Merry ####### Xmas to me. That was how my morning began. Work's been a dumpster fire the last few months with dismal performance, redemptions and talk of shutting it all down. So after a nasty day at the office where my stress level was elevated to 11, I hopped in my car, hoping to race home and find the warm embrace ofmy loving wife and familybooze. One little problem. The highway I take home every day which is clogged like John Madden's arteries (too soon?) on a good day was a virtual parking lot. Why? Because ODOT shut down the highway due to high water and was forcing cars to exit. Did I learn this from traffic reports on the radio or those worthless ####### electric signs that tell us to slow down or use caution stop masturbating? No. I had to rely on Twitter and some cunning short-cut navigation through neighborhoods along with every other wiseacre who was doing the same. 90 minutes after leaving the office which is 12 miles from my house, I was home. Home where I learned my son had clogged a toilet with TP & turds, so with screaming twin infant in one arm and a plunger in the other, I plunged the mess away. Hey at least the MNF game was on and that would be fun to watch, especially since I had the Redskins -3 in a virtual lock at home against a hapless Cowboys' team that can't move the ball without Romo.
- Tuesday: Nothing out of the ordinary, maybe things have turned around? Work sucked, but my commute home wasn't bad. I even got to make a giant pot of turkey stock with the leftover carcass, which I roasted before throwing into a stock pot, creating a wonderful smelling, deliciously rich turkey stock which I'll use for soups and jambalaya and gumbo and maybe I'll bathe in it, who knows? So much stock was made that I ran out of Tupperware containers and, thinking outside the box, located my giant thermos and patted myself on the back filling it to the brim, shutting the lid on tight and putting it in the fridge for future use this week. Went on to make Mexican Turkey soup that night, enough for the work week and hey, lookie there, life is back on track!
- Wednesday: Greeted at the office by my CFO and boss who let me know the CFO screwed up last month overpaying two limited partners who redeemed in full by a total of $25,000. Every hedge fund I've ever known or been a part of pays 90% of their redemption requests leaving a 10% holdback so the auditors can do their thing and ensure there are no errors. But not our hedge fund, no....our CFO prides himself on his impeccable work, after all, he DID go to Dartmouth! Only this time, he screwed up and over paid two partners, one a half drunk crazy Pollock who is losing his assssssssss off with businesses in Russia. The other a Korean who gives me a headache every time I talk to him, not for his poor English, but for his poor understanding of anything and incessant need to ask the same question over and over. How he made his wealth, I have no idea, but guess who was tasked with recovering this money? Oh, and recourse? LOOLLLLOOOO! Oh well, at least my boss really liked our stylistic Xmas cards that I ordered from Vista Print, only you can't say Xmas anymore, so the sleek black modern design with a white Xmas tree and our flashy new corporate logo that I put on there looked really good and he said so, only he paused and said "Wait a minute? Did you see this? They spelled 'Happy Holidays' with two LLs! We can't send out cards that say 'Happy Hollidays!' How did they screw this up?"He could tell from my sheepish reply and face discoloration that it wasn't Vista Print that screwed up; it was poor spelling, dim witted, worthless corporate waste that is General Malaise who butchered the spelling on our company holiday cards.
- Today: You remember the back-patting smart mofo who thought outside the box and used his giant thermos to house the rest of his turkey stock that he made on Tuesday? Yeah, here's a pro-tip for you amateur chefs out there - when you are making a stock or anything really and you plan on putting in the fridge for later use, let it cool down before putting the contents under pressure in, say, a giant thermos. As I walked downstairs this morning, ready to go into the office, I heard two crying infants and one braying 3 year old shouting for her mother. Her mother, the most patient, calm woman in the world was shouting back to her that she was busy! Busy? Busy with what? Oh....right. The vegetarian wife of the dumbest dildo on the planet was emptying the entire fridge because everything was covered in rich, delicious turkey stock, including her veggies and fruits and, well...it was straight out of a scene from the movie Seven absent the head in the box, though there's no guarantee mine won't be shipped UPS later today when she realizes that smell is harder to get rid of then a house infested with farts.
TL;DR I'm a barely functional assssss clown who really has no business breeding.
Drifter
Footballguy
Especially in an insulated containerIf it makes you feel better, failing to cool the stock before sealing and refrigerating it could have gone much, much worse.No no, not wrong at all. I'm here to make everybody else feel better about themselves. Hell, show your wives, let them realize it could be soooooooooooo much worse.Oh my. Sorry GM. It sounds horrible but it made me laugh. Is that wrong?Say, you guys want to feel a little better about yourselves this morning? I know you do! Sit back and take a little spin in my shoes in what I'm calling "The Week of Woe".
- Monday: Not sure if our little town of weird has made national news for the torrential downpours and flooding that is now killing people who suffer from hubris and think their little eco-friendly roller skate cars can plough through the standing high water that's littering our roads now, but Portland is getting abused by rain which has not only flooded my back yard, but is now causing a neat little leak around my chimney that's penetrating all the way down to our basement and will cost $1,500 to fix. Merry ####### Xmas to me. That was how my morning began. Work's been a dumpster fire the last few months with dismal performance, redemptions and talk of shutting it all down. So after a nasty day at the office where my stress level was elevated to 11, I hopped in my car, hoping to race home and find the warm embrace ofmy loving wife and familybooze. One little problem. The highway I take home every day which is clogged like John Madden's arteries (too soon?) on a good day was a virtual parking lot. Why? Because ODOT shut down the highway due to high water and was forcing cars to exit. Did I learn this from traffic reports on the radio or those worthless ####### electric signs that tell us to slow down or use caution stop masturbating? No. I had to rely on Twitter and some cunning short-cut navigation through neighborhoods along with every other wiseacre who was doing the same. 90 minutes after leaving the office which is 12 miles from my house, I was home. Home where I learned my son had clogged a toilet with TP & turds, so with screaming twin infant in one arm and a plunger in the other, I plunged the mess away. Hey at least the MNF game was on and that would be fun to watch, especially since I had the Redskins -3 in a virtual lock at home against a hapless Cowboys' team that can't move the ball without Romo.
- Tuesday: Nothing out of the ordinary, maybe things have turned around? Work sucked, but my commute home wasn't bad. I even got to make a giant pot of turkey stock with the leftover carcass, which I roasted before throwing into a stock pot, creating a wonderful smelling, deliciously rich turkey stock which I'll use for soups and jambalaya and gumbo and maybe I'll bathe in it, who knows? So much stock was made that I ran out of Tupperware containers and, thinking outside the box, located my giant thermos and patted myself on the back filling it to the brim, shutting the lid on tight and putting it in the fridge for future use this week. Went on to make Mexican Turkey soup that night, enough for the work week and hey, lookie there, life is back on track!
- Wednesday: Greeted at the office by my CFO and boss who let me know the CFO screwed up last month overpaying two limited partners who redeemed in full by a total of $25,000. Every hedge fund I've ever known or been a part of pays 90% of their redemption requests leaving a 10% holdback so the auditors can do their thing and ensure there are no errors. But not our hedge fund, no....our CFO prides himself on his impeccable work, after all, he DID go to Dartmouth! Only this time, he screwed up and over paid two partners, one a half drunk crazy Pollock who is losing his assssssssss off with businesses in Russia. The other a Korean who gives me a headache every time I talk to him, not for his poor English, but for his poor understanding of anything and incessant need to ask the same question over and over. How he made his wealth, I have no idea, but guess who was tasked with recovering this money? Oh, and recourse? LOOLLLLOOOO! Oh well, at least my boss really liked our stylistic Xmas cards that I ordered from Vista Print, only you can't say Xmas anymore, so the sleek black modern design with a white Xmas tree and our flashy new corporate logo that I put on there looked really good and he said so, only he paused and said "Wait a minute? Did you see this? They spelled 'Happy Holidays' with two LLs! We can't send out cards that say 'Happy Hollidays!' How did they screw this up?"
- Today: You remember the back-patting smart mofo who thought outside the box and used his giant thermos to house the rest of his turkey stock that he made on Tuesday? Yeah, here's a pro-tip for you amateur chefs out there - when you are making a stock or anything really and you plan on putting in the fridge for later use, let it cool down before putting the contents under pressure in, say, a giant thermos. As I walked downstairs this morning, ready to go into the office, I heard two crying infants and one braying 3 year old shouting for her mother. Her mother, the most patient, calm woman in the world was shouting back to her that she was busy! Busy? Busy with what? Oh....right. The vegetarian wife of the dumbest dildo on the planet was emptying the entire fridge because everything was covered in rich, delicious turkey stock, including her veggies and fruits and, well...it was straight out of a scene from the movie Seven absent the head in the box, though there's no guarantee mine won't be shipped UPS later today when she realizes that smell is harder to get rid of then a house infested with farts.
TL;DR I'm a barely functional assssss clown who really has no business breeding.
can you guys break this down for me?
I would like to avoid making a similar mistake. what can happen here? explosions and stuff?
-fish-
Footballguy
Henry Ford
Footballguy
One of the keys to avoiding food poisoning from stocks and soups is to cool them rapidly, and never seal an insulated container until the liquid is the temperature you want to store it at. Otherwise you risk rapid growth of bad, bad things.
General Malaise
Footballguy
Little concerned about all the stock I put in the freezer before it cooled down.
I really shouldn't be using the kitchen.
I really shouldn't be using the kitchen.
-fish-
Footballguy
probably ok. quickly cooled and not insulated like a thermos.Little concerned about all the stock I put in the freezer before it cooled down.
I really shouldn't be using the kitchen.
then again, I remember this stuff from food handling classes when I bartended 25 years ago, and I was almost certainly drunk when I took the class/test.
Officer Pete Malloy
Footballguy
Limp Ditka
Footballguy
Uruk-Hai
Footballguy
Homebrewing beer has some of the same elements. Once your boiling is done, you need to get the wort down to temperature (70 - basically room temp) as quickly as possible to avoid infection. When I first started brewing, I'd either set the kettle outside if it was cold or put it in a sink packed with ice. But everything I read said taking an hour to get to temperature was asking for trouble. I broke down and bought a wort chiller (basically, coiled copper tubing you run cold water through and immerse into the liquid). I didn't get a fancy one, but can get my juice to 70 from boiling in 20 minutes now. There are some really hi-efficiently chillers that can do it much faster.
Anyway, not exactly the same thing but I like beer so I thought I'd share.
Limp Ditka
Footballguy
Mmmmm beer stock.
Which sounds wonderful, but where do you find a beer carcass?
Which sounds wonderful, but where do you find a beer carcass?
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cosjobs
Footballguy
Your chimney leaked? The horror.Say, you guys want to feel a little better about yourselves this morning? I know you do! Sit back and take a little spin in my shoes in what I'm calling "The Week of Woe".
- Monday: Not sure if our little town of weird has made national news for the torrential downpours and flooding that is now killing people who suffer from hubris and think their little eco-friendly roller skate cars can plough through the standing high water that's littering our roads now, but Portland is getting abused by rain which has not only flooded my back yard, but is now causing a neat little leak around my chimney that's penetrating all the way down to our basement and will cost $1,500 to fix. Merry ####### Xmas to me. That was how my morning began. Work's been a dumpster fire the last few months with dismal performance, redemptions and talk of shutting it all down. So after a nasty day at the office where my stress level was elevated to 11, I hopped in my car, hoping to race home and find the warm embrace of my loving wife and family booze. One little problem. The highway I take home every day which is clogged like John Madden's arteries (too soon?) on a good day was a virtual parking lot. Why? Because ODOT shut down the highway due to high water and was forcing cars to exit. Did I learn this from traffic reports on the radio or those worthless ####### electric signs that tell us to slow down or use caution stop masturbating? No. I had to rely on Twitter and some cunning short-cut navigation through neighborhoods along with every other wiseacre who was doing the same. 90 minutes after leaving the office which is 12 miles from my house, I was home. Home where I learned my son had clogged a toilet with TP & turds, so with screaming twin infant in one arm and a plunger in the other, I plunged the mess away. Hey at least the MNF game was on and that would be fun to watch, especially since I had the Redskins -3 in a virtual lock at home against a hapless Cowboys' team that can't move the ball without Romo.
- Tuesday: Nothing out of the ordinary, maybe things have turned around? Work sucked, but my commute home wasn't bad. I even got to make a giant pot of turkey stock with the leftover carcass, which I roasted before throwing into a stock pot, creating a wonderful smelling, deliciously rich turkey stock which I'll use for soups and jambalaya and gumbo and maybe I'll bathe in it, who knows? So much stock was made that I ran out of Tupperware containers and, thinking outside the box, located my giant thermos and patted myself on the back filling it to the brim, shutting the lid on tight and putting it in the fridge for future use this week. Went on to make Mexican Turkey soup that night, enough for the work week and hey, lookie there, life is back on track!
- Wednesday: Greeted at the office by my CFO and boss who let me know the CFO screwed up last month overpaying two limited partners who redeemed in full by a total of $25,000. Every hedge fund I've ever known or been a part of pays 90% of their redemption requests leaving a 10% holdback so the auditors can do their thing and ensure there are no errors. But not our hedge fund, no....our CFO prides himself on his impeccable work, after all, he DID go to Dartmouth! Only this time, he screwed up and over paid two partners, one a half drunk crazy Pollock who is losing his assssssssss off with businesses in Russia. The other a Korean who gives me a headache every time I talk to him, not for his poor English, but for his poor understanding of anything and incessant need to ask the same question over and over. How he made his wealth, I have no idea, but guess who was tasked with recovering this money? Oh, and recourse? LOOLLLLOOOO! Oh well, at least my boss really liked our stylistic Xmas cards that I ordered from Vista Print, only you can't say Xmas anymore, so the sleek black modern design with a white Xmas tree and our flashy new corporate logo that I put on there looked really good and he said so, only he paused and said "Wait a minute? Did you see this? They spelled 'Happy Holidays' with two LLs! We can't send out cards that say 'Happy Hollidays!' How did they screw this up?"
- Today: You remember the back-patting smart mofo who thought outside the box and used his giant thermos to house the rest of his turkey stock that he made on Tuesday? Yeah, here's a pro-tip for you amateur chefs out there - when you are making a stock or anything really and you plan on putting in the fridge for later use, let it cool down before putting the contents under pressure in, say, a giant thermos. As I walked downstairs this morning, ready to go into the office, I heard two crying infants and one braying 3 year old shouting for her mother. Her mother, the most patient, calm woman in the world was shouting back to her that she was busy! Busy? Busy with what? Oh....right. The vegetarian wife of the dumbest dildo on the planet was emptying the entire fridge because everything was covered in rich, delicious turkey stock, including her veggies and fruits and, well...it was straight out of a scene from the movie Seven absent the head in the box, though there's no guarantee mine won't be shipped UPS later today when she realizes that smell is harder to get rid of then a house infested with farts.
TL;DR I'm a barely functional assssss clown who really has no business breeding.
Mr.Pack
Footballguy
That sucks GM. But how in the world did your inspector miss that? I would send the bill to him.
tommyboy
Footballguy
Most inspectors here in Portland don't go on roofs. The cap isn't required in Portland metro
Binky The Doormat
Footballguy
GM doesn't want you pity!!
This man is moving forward with his life regardless of the crushing blows and bad luck. This is iconic Charlie Chaplin's "Little Tramp" level #### here pal.
Mr.Pack
Footballguy
Officer Pete Malloy
Footballguy
Mr. Pickles
Footballguy
Matt?They spelled 'Happy Holidays' with two LLs! We can't send out cards that say 'Happy Hollidays!' How did they screw this up?"
Officer Pete Malloy
Footballguy
Those always crack me up...
"Did you just *** in me? What?! I'm not on birth control, #######!"
Mr. Pickles
Footballguy
I have a better chance of having lunch with shuke tomorrow.
Abraham
Footballguy
Frostillicus
Footballguy
Officer Pete Malloy
Footballguy
Mr. Pickles
Footballguy
Frostillicus
Footballguy
Dickies
Footballguy
Homer J Simpson
I don't push
Stoneys
MudCat
Gadzook's holiday gift list http://www.ranker.com/list/golden-girls-gifts/ashley-reign?utm_source=facebook&utm_medium=partnerships&utm_campaign=dailydot
For Tanner and Krista...Scout Hell####
For Tanner and Krista...Scout Hell####
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General Malaise
Footballguy
I'm sure there's a house on top of an Indian brurial ground you can buy next, Skipper.Your chimney leaked? The horror.Say, you guys want to feel a little better about yourselves this morning? I know you do! Sit back and take a little spin in my shoes in what I'm calling "The Week of Woe".
- Monday: Not sure if our little town of weird has made national news for the torrential downpours and flooding that is now killing people who suffer from hubris and think their little eco-friendly roller skate cars can plough through the standing high water that's littering our roads now, but Portland is getting abused by rain which has not only flooded my back yard, but is now causing a neat little leak around my chimney that's penetrating all the way down to our basement and will cost $1,500 to fix. Merry ####### Xmas to me. That was how my morning began. Work's been a dumpster fire the last few months with dismal performance, redemptions and talk of shutting it all down. So after a nasty day at the office where my stress level was elevated to 11, I hopped in my car, hoping to race home and find the warm embrace of my loving wife and family booze. One little problem. The highway I take home every day which is clogged like John Madden's arteries (too soon?) on a good day was a virtual parking lot. Why? Because ODOT shut down the highway due to high water and was forcing cars to exit. Did I learn this from traffic reports on the radio or those worthless ####### electric signs that tell us to slow down or use caution stop masturbating? No. I had to rely on Twitter and some cunning short-cut navigation through neighborhoods along with every other wiseacre who was doing the same. 90 minutes after leaving the office which is 12 miles from my house, I was home. Home where I learned my son had clogged a toilet with TP & turds, so with screaming twin infant in one arm and a plunger in the other, I plunged the mess away. Hey at least the MNF game was on and that would be fun to watch, especially since I had the Redskins -3 in a virtual lock at home against a hapless Cowboys' team that can't move the ball without Romo.
- Tuesday: Nothing out of the ordinary, maybe things have turned around? Work sucked, but my commute home wasn't bad. I even got to make a giant pot of turkey stock with the leftover carcass, which I roasted before throwing into a stock pot, creating a wonderful smelling, deliciously rich turkey stock which I'll use for soups and jambalaya and gumbo and maybe I'll bathe in it, who knows? So much stock was made that I ran out of Tupperware containers and, thinking outside the box, located my giant thermos and patted myself on the back filling it to the brim, shutting the lid on tight and putting it in the fridge for future use this week. Went on to make Mexican Turkey soup that night, enough for the work week and hey, lookie there, life is back on track!
- Wednesday: Greeted at the office by my CFO and boss who let me know the CFO screwed up last month overpaying two limited partners who redeemed in full by a total of $25,000. Every hedge fund I've ever known or been a part of pays 90% of their redemption requests leaving a 10% holdback so the auditors can do their thing and ensure there are no errors. But not our hedge fund, no....our CFO prides himself on his impeccable work, after all, he DID go to Dartmouth! Only this time, he screwed up and over paid two partners, one a half drunk crazy Pollock who is losing his assssssssss off with businesses in Russia. The other a Korean who gives me a headache every time I talk to him, not for his poor English, but for his poor understanding of anything and incessant need to ask the same question over and over. How he made his wealth, I have no idea, but guess who was tasked with recovering this money? Oh, and recourse? LOOLLLLOOOO! Oh well, at least my boss really liked our stylistic Xmas cards that I ordered from Vista Print, only you can't say Xmas anymore, so the sleek black modern design with a white Xmas tree and our flashy new corporate logo that I put on there looked really good and he said so, only he paused and said "Wait a minute? Did you see this? They spelled 'Happy Holidays' with two LLs! We can't send out cards that say 'Happy Hollidays!' How did they screw this up?"
- Today: You remember the back-patting smart mofo who thought outside the box and used his giant thermos to house the rest of his turkey stock that he made on Tuesday? Yeah, here's a pro-tip for you amateur chefs out there - when you are making a stock or anything really and you plan on putting in the fridge for later use, let it cool down before putting the contents under pressure in, say, a giant thermos. As I walked downstairs this morning, ready to go into the office, I heard two crying infants and one braying 3 year old shouting for her mother. Her mother, the most patient, calm woman in the world was shouting back to her that she was busy! Busy? Busy with what? Oh....right. The vegetarian wife of the dumbest dildo on the planet was emptying the entire fridge because everything was covered in rich, delicious turkey stock, including her veggies and fruits and, well...it was straight out of a scene from the movie Seven absent the head in the box, though there's no guarantee mine won't be shipped UPS later today when she realizes that smell is harder to get rid of then a house infested with farts.
TL;DR I'm a barely functional assssss clown who really has no business breeding.
Officer Pete Malloy
Footballguy
mr roboto
Footballguy
I'm sure there's a house on top of an Indian brurial ground you can buy next, Skipper.Your chimney leaked? The horror.Say, you guys want to feel a little better about yourselves this morning? I know you do! Sit back and take a little spin in my shoes in what I'm calling "The Week of Woe".
- Monday: Not sure if our little town of weird has made national news for the torrential downpours and flooding that is now killing people who suffer from hubris and think their little eco-friendly roller skate cars can plough through the standing high water that's littering our roads now, but Portland is getting abused by rain which has not only flooded my back yard, but is now causing a neat little leak around my chimney that's penetrating all the way down to our basement and will cost $1,500 to fix. Merry ####### Xmas to me. That was how my morning began. Work's been a dumpster fire the last few months with dismal performance, redemptions and talk of shutting it all down. So after a nasty day at the office where my stress level was elevated to 11, I hopped in my car, hoping to race home and find the warm embrace of my loving wife and family booze. One little problem. The highway I take home every day which is clogged like John Madden's arteries (too soon?) on a good day was a virtual parking lot. Why? Because ODOT shut down the highway due to high water and was forcing cars to exit. Did I learn this from traffic reports on the radio or those worthless ####### electric signs that tell us to slow down or use caution stop masturbating? No. I had to rely on Twitter and some cunning short-cut navigation through neighborhoods along with every other wiseacre who was doing the same. 90 minutes after leaving the office which is 12 miles from my house, I was home. Home where I learned my son had clogged a toilet with TP & turds, so with screaming twin infant in one arm and a plunger in the other, I plunged the mess away. Hey at least the MNF game was on and that would be fun to watch, especially since I had the Redskins -3 in a virtual lock at home against a hapless Cowboys' team that can't move the ball without Romo.
- Tuesday: Nothing out of the ordinary, maybe things have turned around? Work sucked, but my commute home wasn't bad. I even got to make a giant pot of turkey stock with the leftover carcass, which I roasted before throwing into a stock pot, creating a wonderful smelling, deliciously rich turkey stock which I'll use for soups and jambalaya and gumbo and maybe I'll bathe in it, who knows? So much stock was made that I ran out of Tupperware containers and, thinking outside the box, located my giant thermos and patted myself on the back filling it to the brim, shutting the lid on tight and putting it in the fridge for future use this week. Went on to make Mexican Turkey soup that night, enough for the work week and hey, lookie there, life is back on track!
- Wednesday: Greeted at the office by my CFO and boss who let me know the CFO screwed up last month overpaying two limited partners who redeemed in full by a total of $25,000. Every hedge fund I've ever known or been a part of pays 90% of their redemption requests leaving a 10% holdback so the auditors can do their thing and ensure there are no errors. But not our hedge fund, no....our CFO prides himself on his impeccable work, after all, he DID go to Dartmouth! Only this time, he screwed up and over paid two partners, one a half drunk crazy Pollock who is losing his assssssssss off with businesses in Russia. The other a Korean who gives me a headache every time I talk to him, not for his poor English, but for his poor understanding of anything and incessant need to ask the same question over and over. How he made his wealth, I have no idea, but guess who was tasked with recovering this money? Oh, and recourse? LOOLLLLOOOO! Oh well, at least my boss really liked our stylistic Xmas cards that I ordered from Vista Print, only you can't say Xmas anymore, so the sleek black modern design with a white Xmas tree and our flashy new corporate logo that I put on there looked really good and he said so, only he paused and said "Wait a minute? Did you see this? They spelled 'Happy Holidays' with two LLs! We can't send out cards that say 'Happy Hollidays!' How did they screw this up?"
- Today: You remember the back-patting smart mofo who thought outside the box and used his giant thermos to house the rest of his turkey stock that he made on Tuesday? Yeah, here's a pro-tip for you amateur chefs out there - when you are making a stock or anything really and you plan on putting in the fridge for later use, let it cool down before putting the contents under pressure in, say, a giant thermos. As I walked downstairs this morning, ready to go into the office, I heard two crying infants and one braying 3 year old shouting for her mother. Her mother, the most patient, calm woman in the world was shouting back to her that she was busy! Busy? Busy with what? Oh....right. The vegetarian wife of the dumbest dildo on the planet was emptying the entire fridge because everything was covered in rich, delicious turkey stock, including her veggies and fruits and, well...it was straight out of a scene from the movie Seven absent the head in the box, though there's no guarantee mine won't be shipped UPS later today when she realizes that smell is harder to get rid of then a house infested with farts.
TL;DR I'm a barely functional assssss clown who really has no business breeding.
