Fong is furious. Accuses nose-picking grandnephew of recommending losing play in Dendreon. Ming respectfully objects. Points out he almost never picks nose in public although admits to adjusting jockey shorts as needed. Meanwhile, Fong cursing the day lovely but too eager niece, Lai Mei, marry lowly barbarian, Wong So Long. Regrettable offspring Ming, soon to find Tong's hatchet men make adventures in nose picking and jockey short manipulation, thing of the past. Fong goes on to enumerate Ming's past transgressions which Ming forebears to enumerate to gentle reader except to note the filthy lie about three chorus girls. Ming still a little hazy, but almost certain no more than two were involved. Still hoping for codicil in Fong's will, Ming daringly predicts, the ever oversold Dendreon, is a buy right here. If not, then Ming is prepared to implement infallible plan to flood market with overwhelming demand for the delectable Dendreon. After being the recipient of much kowtowing and hinney smooching, the recalcitrant Fong agrees to wait. So if Dendreon doesn't go up pretty soon, all Ming has to do is convince the girl scouts to sell it door-to-door. Remember to order your box of Dendreon shares in the new peppermint flavor, guaranteed to eliminate the bad taste in your mouth from the machinations to date of the felonious FDA.
Mar 10, 2008
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