Let us enjoy the epic rant from Clark Griswold against the thoughtful boss who stiffed everyone on their bonuses with a fruit-of-the-month club: "If any of you are looking for any last-minute gift ideas for me, I have one. I'd like Frank Shirley, my boss, right here tonight. I want him brought from his happy holiday slumber over there on Melody Lane with all the other rich people and I want him brought right here, with a big ribbon on his head, and I want to look him straight in the eye and I want to tell him what a cheap, lying, no-good, rotten, four-flushing, low-life, snake-licking, dirt-eating, inbred, overstuffed, ignorant, blood-s—ing, dog-kissing, brainless, d—-less, hopeless, heartless, fat-a–, bug-eyed, stiff-legged, spotty-lipped, worm-headed sack of monkey sh– he is."
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A+ satire, well done! Except Clark’s boss saw the light, and Chuckles and his cohort never will.
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Thank you "Cousin Eddie" for the post. The comedy writes itself at the WF dumpster fire.
Wait, it was a jelly-of-the-month club – even more money saved!
Frank Shirley - now there's a guy with $10 billion solution for WF– Fruit-of-the-Month Club for all the peasants- and darn it no more sympathy flowers! Keep the champagne and cavier for the executives.
Ha – even better with the filtered redactions.