You wander aimlessly into work and that bitch from HR is already on your ass to get your reviews in for your staff because all the international bankers are closing up shop and moving their business to China and you're being downsized. You've used all the coke in your wallet and took the rest from your wife's handbag when she was off banging your business partner in the bathroom of his million dollar home. You walk by the slut secretary you hired just to fuck and she completely ignores you. They're still investigating the dump you took in her trash can the last time she spurned your clearly mutually beneficial ass grab after work last week. She would have received that coveted title "Executive Assistant," with no pay increase.
That douche-bag boss of yours keeps telling you due diligence is totally unnecessary in purchasing another bank because the public will pay for it in taxes via a bailout once the transaction proves unprofitable, and you couldn't give a fuck because you don't even know what it means. All you know is the hemorrhoid that hooker gave you poking at your diarrhea-sore hole with her two-inch nails just to get you off because the Viagra and Cialis isn't working anymore is burning like a motherfucker, and your acid reflux is being compounded by that ten cents a kilo swill you've been buying at Starbucks for five bucks a pop. Who the fuck said you can't carry a gun to work in your briefcase?
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