I spend my days dealing with sociopaths and/or pompous assholes like Graydon. This, Gentle Reader, is how I survive.
While having the conversation, I picture them sitting in the WC with their underwear around their ankles.
Taking this mental image of Graydon and placing him in the crapper somehow takes away the sting of his sweetheart mortgage.
@smithhimself: This is NOT a mortgage. It is basically a perk that comes with his job. And unless Conde Nasties really are morons, when the place sells, they reap the profits.
I'd love to hear him explain himself to his assistants who probably cram four to a room in order to make that monthly rent. Or maybe even his senior editorial staff.
Also, this is hilarious to me because my roommates and I paid $2,000 per month for our nasty ass 1,000 square foot, three-bedroom, one bath apartment in Ann Arbor.
@Conchie Birdie: We had the luxury of a dishwasher, but we had to wheel it up to the kitchen sink, pull a hose out of the back, and attach it to the faucet before running it, haha.
What kind of blogger attends a breakfast with the president and reports nothing?
A better question might be, what kind of president invites a blogger to breakfast? If he were REALLY trying to butter up the 'neterati, Obama would be inviting the bloggers to the bar.
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While having the conversation, I picture them sitting in the WC with their underwear around their ankles.
Taking this mental image of Graydon and placing him in the crapper somehow takes away the sting of his sweetheart mortgage.
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At least until the moment said kingdom goes tits up.
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A better question might be, what kind of president invites a blogger to breakfast? If he were REALLY trying to butter up the 'neterati, Obama would be inviting the bloggers to the bar.
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2. co-opt them
3. pwn them
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