Showing posts with label AIG. Show all posts
Showing posts with label AIG. Show all posts

Monday, March 16, 2009

I'M SO OVER IT.



















Sure, I'm a Pop Culture Junkie, but even the most die-hard junkies can get sick of the poppiest of the pop stories. So here (in no particular order) are some of the headlines that I am So Ovah!

  • The Octomom: Maybe it's just because I live in Southern California, but there is practically a 24/7 Octomom watch going on here and I no longer give a rat's ass. As far as I'm concerned, Octomom can take her augmented lips, Dr. Phil money, new house paid for with exploited baby money, and her free nurses and live happily ever after in the clearance section at the La Habra, CA. Wal Mart. Those kids are going to look adorable in their Dora The Explorer/Diego flammable onsies.
  • Chris Brown and Rihanna: Holy Sh*t, we get it. He's the modern day Ike Turner and she is about as smart as a box of rocks. Look, even Tina Turner and Oprah have warned this girl to stay clear of her man and she clearly is listening to no one, so let her go back and get yet another black eye until she figures out that he's a loser. In the meantime we need another Anna Nicole-like celebrity meltdown to distract from the Chris-Rhianna debacle. (By the way, I know that domestic abuse is not funny - because everyone from Anderson Cooper to Fran Drescher has mentioned it in the news  about 400 times over the past month).
  • The Shitty Economy and AIG's douchebag moves. By now we all know that the government has given AIG about a gazillion dollars, which they have squandered with company retreats and bonuses for their bonehead executives. Here's an idea, ask for the money back and let AIG go belly up - then we can move on to more important stories in the news, like who got kicked of Dancing with The Stars this week and Jessica Simpson's weight gain.
  • Slutty girls on Reality Shows.  Remember when the highlight of a slut's life was double teaming the high school football team? Today the modern-day Slut has a plethora of career options at her fingertips, including sleazy Streetwalker, Pole Dancer, Escort, and the Pièce de résistance a Reality Show. I swear to god, if I turn on one more reality show based on the plight of the whore, a throbbing herpe is going to jump off the screen and attack my face. I can't make it past channel 27 without coming across no less than 5 slutty competitions including such dandies as "Candy Girls" (a compelling, genius show that revolves around a group of Rap Video dancers), "Bad Girls Club" (self-explanatory - last week two of the "bad girls" had sex with random foreigners in Mexico but claimed it "didn't count" because they wore a condom - a great lesson for the youth of today) and the Mt. Everest of Whore Reality shows - the show that every Herpe Ho strives to be on: "Rock of Love". Look, everyone loves a trainwreck, but this has hit epidemic proportions (in so many ways) - let's send these trollops where they belong (back to the streets of Vegas) and pick on a new social leper, like drug addicts or compulsive shoplifters. Now that's a show I'd watch. For a month or two at least. -Val

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

E-Mail of the Day: AIG Can Burn in Hell (while they get Hot Stone Massages)


to: parker@Don'tEmailMeAtWork.com
from: val@doinglaundry.com
re: AIG & Lehman Brothers are Bastards!

Parker:

I just read about the $440,000 retreat that AIG spent for employees, just days after the government gave them an $85 billion dollar bailout. Good for them. I hope they had fun! Ummm can you say holy-greedy-bastards-burn-in-hell? And if you are wondering just where they had their "business meeting", it was at the St. Regis in Dana Point, Ca. (you remember, the place where we went with our hubbys and had that cheap $600 dinner a few years ago?) Not exactly a budget-friendly hotel. In these times of economic turmoil, I have given up the manicures and pedicures (which I only had every few months anyway), expensive scented candles, Starbucks and online jean shopping while buzzed on wine. Shit, sometimes I even find myself "Coasting" downhill in an effort to make my gas tank last longer. Meanwhile, AIG executives are spending $23,380 for spa treatments while our retirement portfolio dwindles down to nothing. Son of a Bitch.


to: val@doinglaundry.com
from: parker@Don'tEmailMeAtWork.com
re: AIG & Lehman Brothers are Bastards!

As (my personal hero) Cartman says: "Sons of Bitches!" I also heard that the ex-CEO of Lehman Bros. was on the treadmill and someone came up to him and punched him in the face. So great.


to: parker@Don'tEmailMeAtWork.com
from: val@doinglaundry.com
re: AIG & Lehman Brothers are Bastards!

I don't usually advocate violence, but in this case I'd say that "Karma came a calling". By the way, if I was partially responsible for the collapse of one of the largest investment firms in history, I would probably be sitting in my closet sucking my thumb in a haze of anti-depressants and cheap wine, and NOT getting jiggy wit-it on the treadmill.