Genes

Lasers.  Visuals.  Elephants.  Inmates.

I’ve announced the thirty-third annual "Potential Architect[ure]" Symposium, where I’ll be moderating again — for the third year in a row.  I’m so sick of this damn Symposium.  We’ve invited all the same blow-hards:  Stanley Danks, Uve
Schanksvort, Hank Smith, etc. 

Honestly, Hank could kiss my ass, Uve hasn’t done anything in the last three years and Stan, frankly, needs to grow up.  Lately I’ve been working on various $100,000 jobs and the committee to reelect the Nick is suckling at the Pisca-teet.  This symposium is as bad as when I met with Abermoff and the paparazzi caught us making out.  Why did he have to whisper?  Why did he bring those toys?  Why is he so clean shaven?

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