Girls crazy about Ming. They always want to find out more about him. Who are you? Why you stare at me? Was that you looking in my window last night? Then Ming tries to impress by bragging that he has Dendreon. Then girls say yeech. Is it communicable? Shouldn't you be quarantined? How can poor Ming make time with curvaceous cuties if no one knows how valuable Dendreon's cassette technology is? Doesn't Dendreon have a campaign in place to dispel the misoneism of urologists, oncologists and all the other ologists? Shouldn't the campaign to educate the opinion makers in medicine begin now and extend beyond the stray conference? Ming suspects that the litmus test for bragging will only occur when Provenge is approved. Dendreon's share price will skyrocket. Then Ming can leer at those luscious lovelies and proudly say that his biotech is bigger and will perform better than the next guy's. Girls love it when you talk dirty, especially when you have a fist full of fifties.
Feb 24, 2008
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