(At a board meeting of Amalgamated Underwear, Inc.)
Executive A: All right, gentlemen, the time has come for action. Amalgamated Briefs, Inc., is currently kicking our pants...
Executive B: I think you mean kicking our underpants, sir.
Executive A: Ah, my mistake. They are currently kicking our underpants in terms of sales! Look at this graph, and tell me what you see.
Executive B: A line.
Executive C: Some squares.
Executive D: A bunny rabbit!
Executive A: FAILURE! That's what this graph says!
Executive B & C: Oh...
Executive D: So there's no bunny rabbit?
Executive A: Over the past year, sales of our classic tighty-whities have dropped by upwards of 50%. Or downwards of 50%. Whichever way it is, sales are dropping fast. If it goes on like this, we'll have to lay off half of our underwear models!
Executive C: My God...they can't survive in the wild!
Executive D: What about R&D? Have they come up with any new ideas? What about...I don't know, vampires? They're hot right now, right?
Executive A: Vampires? What do you think we are, Executive D, Amalgamated Boxers, Inc.? We have our standards. We're not going to whore ourselves out for money.
Executive B: Wait, isn't that our slogan? "We'll Whore Ourselves Out for Money"?
Executive A: Never mind that. The time has come for emergency action.
Executive C: Do we really need to burn down the building again? That's the third time this year.
Executive A: No...we have to go one step further.
Executive B: Kill Executive D for the insurance money?
Executive A: Do you think that'd work? Hmmm...I'll take that into consideration. But no! What we need right now is something adventurous. Something daring. Something that'll knock their socks...
Executive C: I think you mean knock their underwear off.
Executive A: Thank you. We need...Hitler underwear!
1 comment:
I find it a little disturbing, but not too surprising, that their excuse for the Hitler image was that it was actually Lenin. Because he certainly never killed anyone.
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