Sorry, no other word for it.
A Rolls Royce with no hubcaps.
It has become habit for this place to operate entirely devoid of management. And now today, no security guards - you know, for pizazz.
So yesterday, sure - go to the doctor's...in Westchester. In the middle of the day.
Earlier in the week too; just uh...wanna mini vacay? Hm? No problem. You're the boss, can't say no. Just...I dunno, bring me back some chocolate.
Suuure is becoming the norm 'round these pristine parts - dozens of millions of dollars surrounding me; I literally sit on top of about 80G's, yo.
And during a busy day on TOP of an employee sale, with these little weasels sniffing around, taking and reselling what they can, not to mention plenty of unwatched tourists.
Yea, alright, I "won't let the place burn down" while you're gone. This big grey El Dorado will just look like a freshly pilfered Who house on Christmas morning, Grinches of all walks clutching huge rhino-hued suede sacks, laughing maniacally in their dank caves.
And the stealidge is really only one thing. Naps? Yes. Scatter like roaches if the front door even hints at opening? Always. Justifying those 3 dress shirts hidden in the luggage piece you're buying at 90% off because of your pay cut? Whiny spoiled brat. Leaving early? I figured at least that.
And the stealidge is really only one thing. Naps? Yes. Scatter like roaches if the front door even hints at opening? Always. Justifying those 3 dress shirts hidden in the luggage piece you're buying at 90% off because of your pay cut? Whiny spoiled brat. Leaving early? I figured at least that.
If someone could get me a large popcorn and a soda, that'd be grreeeat. [sips from coffee mug]
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