Avant garde, no?

Gentle reader, it is simply too flipping hot for sleep of late. That does not mean, however, that it is too hot for GENIUS.

I woke up at 3.25am this morning and I said to myself, "Man, it is too flipping hot to sleep."

But then I had an idea, and I said to myself, "But not too hot for GENIUS."

So at 3.30am I called up Goldman Sachs JB Were in New York, where it was like 1.30 in the afternoon or some hippy nonsense.

The dude said, "Goldman Sachs. How can I direct your call?"

I said, "Lloyd Blankfein please"

He said, "Connecting you now."

Then Goldman Sachs CEO Lloyd Blankfein's humourless secretary said, "Mr. Blankfein's office, may I ask who's calling?"

I said, "Dr. Cam Sexenheimer."

She said, "Pam?"

I said, "Cam."

She said, "Sorry?"

I said, "Cam! C-A-M."

She said, "What is the call regarding?"

I said, "It's a prank call, actually."

She said, "Sorry?"

I said, "It's a crank call, to be honest."

I Americanized it up, because that's what they call prank calls over there. (Note I also Americanised the word Americanised just now. This was done in the name of cultural authenticity)

She said, "Don't you have anything better to do than make crank calls?"

I said, "Frankly, Ma'am, I do not. But I assure you that this crank call is particularly worthy. I have a joke for Mr. Blankfein, you see."

And she said, "What is it?"

And I said, "Did you hear about the investment banker who could only be killed with silver?"

And she said... nothing.

And I said, "He was a JB Werewolf!"

And I said, "What do you think?"

And she hung up.

How rude! It doesn't say much for the ZOG conspiracy if an agent of same can't prank call the CEO of a multi-million dollar investment bank.


Did you hear that ING chief executive Paul Bedbrook had to fire his gardener?

He couldn't afford his hedge funds!


I've got a million of 'em.

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