Catbank Bonuses

Man, I'm torn. One side of me is with everybody else basically wanting the heads of all these big-shots taking multi-million-bonuses from their failing companies that are being propped up with taxpayer money. But the other part of me is amazed and dumbfounded and dare I say humbled by their hubris. That is gourmet-style hubris. That is hubris that inbred men with enormous nostrils pull up to you and inquire about from the backs of fifty-year-old Bentleys.

I mean if it was me I'd be on the TV all sobbing "you can have the money back I don't deserve it" and I'd have a black eye from punching myself in the face. And giving all my money to a waitress and moving into a hole I dug in a junkyard. I'll never be able to grow so accustomed to a fancy lifestyle that I'll be able to muster that kind of hubris. I salute you, failing bank executive bonus-getters. Now choke to death on your own puke.

Man, back a ways, doesn't it?