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Since the economical and financial crisis has revealed much of how the socalled CEOs are inning their royal stinking dollar bills,it would be very egoistic of myself to generate even more risky business or should I say with a smell on it.
To begin the day with a smile, I have the ritual of sitting on my toilet while reading another episode of my favorite journal. To spare you all well-educated folks, I shall come to the point: At the end of my sanitary session, I always forget an essential thing namely...TOILETPAPER. When you have followed my story, you can only acknowledge there's only way out (to stay in terms). Right yeah, the journal. I begin with politics, then it's the economics' turn, but in conclusion there's - oh no! - the sports. While rubbing off the last bits of...tears, I still have another exciting day at the office (with CEO:-c) to look forward to. I can now choose: depression or stay calm. OK the last one.
I screw up all my courage and flush down the toilet once, twice, whoops another problem. OK, OK just call the cesspool heros and erverything will be just fine. Ten past eight, ten past nine...no fecies nitwits to see for. Work boss (CEO right!) calls. After running me down - just like one of his Ferrari's though - I'm left aside, lost my wife, drinking alcohol (no cocain though), and last but not least lost my journal subscription.
Back to reality: I'm just 19 years old. But if this is my future. The choice lies in your hands: lazybumps or victory on all the snob CEOs. I want that Sony Reader PRS-505 please!
Since I'm a newbie I did not yet participate, but I will do so very soon -
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