Enter [insert name here]‘s offices…and you walk into the [insert name here] show. A life-size cardboard cutout of [insert name here] greets you at the door; photos of [insert name here] line a side table; a giant close up of [insert name here]‘s face stares from the waiting room wall. [Forbes]
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to access Dealbreaker
Lloyd
With all that inserting, I’m guessing it’s my office.
- Lynn T
barbarian?
I think you forgot to add:
“Outside (his or her) suite are handcuffs, whip and cowboy hat–emblematic, (she or he)says, of her kicking companies into shape.”
WTF is this place a PE shop or the Penthouse headquarters.
upon further examination i believe i forgot to edit something that gives it away.
-Kid who words at UBS
Mike Novogratz
obviously she intentionally omitted that so as to not give away the answer.
It’s not me but I wish it were.
-SC
Jim Cramer
/Now where’s my fleshlight? We had a deal.
Nails. And by “Wall Street Office”, they mean “3rd Stall from the Left at Denny’s”
Oh, you got me. Should I not have done that?
- Kimballer
Oh, you got me. Should I not have done that?
- Kimballer
Am I the only one who disappointed to not have it be Jamie D? I thought for sure, after that huge print in his Chi-town spread, he was the guy.
Am I the only one who disappointed to not have it be Jamie D? I thought for sure, after that huge print in his Chi-town spread, he was the guy.
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Riddle solved
Solution 127.0.0.1
- STAR
Has to be a private firm, has to be someone insanely self-absorbed and focused on the wrong things. Meredith Whitney for the square.
Lloyd Blankfein, Lady GaGa, Freddie Mercury, Jamie Dimon, Matt Taibbi.
Yours would be a giant cardboard cutout of your schlong.
I knew you would post this Bess.
- Gartman
That is not a fucking print. Now go grab your shine-box.
nope, Lynn’s cardboard cut out is full eagle
OMG get it off of me!!!!!!! Thats a man
nice word, UBS kid
Enter Jeffery Gundlach’s offices…and you walk into a pan-sexual bizzare show that will haunt your dreams. A life-size cardboard cutout of The Gimp from Pulp Fiction greets you at the door; photos of Mr. Gundlach using various dildoes line a side table; a giant close up of Lynn Tilton‘s post-coital face stares from the waiting room wall.
Meredith Witney
Marquis de Sade
the Gimp from Pulp Fiction
John Promfumo
The guy from Kung Fu
I was going to guess Trump but didnt see [insert name here]‘s framed birth certificate.
I had a match on #3
You read my mind.
“Schmeckel” would be a better word.
I was going to say CurrencyTrader, but then I saw Wall-Street, executive, and office. Now had it said, mom’s basement, douche bag, and Yugo; I would have been spot on.
Enter LYNN TILTON’S offices…and you walk into the LIBERACE WITH LESS TASTE show. A life-size cardboard cutout of A WORN-OUT DILDO greets you at the door; photos of MEN SHE’S EATEN line a side table; a giant close up of HER COOTER with a sign saying “OVER 1,000,000 SERVED stares from the waiting room wall
Oh sure, you get your little “dig” in about the “birth certificate” flap. Let me tell you something, slick, it’s crazy to think that Obama has an American birth certificate. There’s just no way. He won’t show it!! It’s so crazy to think that Barry is a “born” American that I’ll make you this promise based on something equally as crazy: I’ll believe that Obama has a real, true, US birth certificate…well….how ’bout this? The day Fox News cancels the Glen Beck Show is the day I’ll start believing that Obama has a true US birth certificate OK? How ’bout that, pal? That’ll be th day!! Ha!! ‘Nuff said.
Oh so it’s Doubleline?
Enter Dennis Kneale’s offices…and you walk into a terrible scene of dogs and humans interacting. A life-size cardboard cutout of Lassie sprawled on a bed greets you at the door; photos of every breed of dogs s line a side table; a giant close up of a collie face stares from the waiting room wall.
An old silent pond…
A frog jumps into the pond,
splash! Silence again.
-Watson
Nice try.
-Ping
What !!!? “Cooter” is slang for…….uh oh……
-Managing Director – Energy
Cooter Capital Advisors, LLC
Houston, TX
If she’s as er, how to say this, sexually empowered as her office and whatnot suggests, surely there has to be at least a few dozen DB readers who’ve had the, er, pleasure, no? Step up, gents, share your stories for the greater good!
A gentleman never speaks of his conquests.
-Jesse Livermore
-lenny dykstra
-shit
-Twizzlers
-his stock picks
-Cramer – Not Cosmo
-lenny dykstra
-shit
-Twizzlers
-his stock picks
-Cramer – Not Cosmo
-lenny dykstra
-shit
-Twizzlers
-his stock picks
-Cramer – Not Cosmo
You’d prefer dead fish in formaldehyde, a zamboni and a deep-fryer a la Stevie Cohen?
Or perhaps the Jimmie Cayne look with a motorcycle in the corner and a fog of ganja smoke in the air?
And don’t forget the Merrill touch– fake bookcases and $50k commodes…
You’d prefer dead fish in formaldehyde, a zamboni and a deep-fryer a la Stevie Cohen?
Or perhaps the Jimmie Cayne look with a motorcycle in the corner and a fog of ganja smoke in the air?
And don’t forget the Merrill touch– fake bookcases and $50k commodes…
You’d prefer dead fish in formaldehyde, a zamboni and a deep-fryer a la Stevie Cohen?
Or perhaps the Jimmie Cayne look with a motorcycle in the corner and a fog of ganja smoke in the air?
And don’t forget the Merrill touch– fake bookcases and $50k commodes…
Timmy Sykes
Since when is Trump a Wall St executive?
This one is SO easy
This is the office of the greatest Wall Street banker and lawyer
Steve Berkenfeld
This one is SO easy
This is the office of the greatest Wall Street banker and lawyer
Steve Berkenfeld
Dalio and his cult of tards…..
I spent $1.22 million on that office….oh wait that was Merrill Lynch’s money before we got ass raped by Bank of America! However, I did love my $35,000 shitter!
John Thain
David Aames sr.
Wow, I went to Forbes and looked at the pics. Pic 4: man paws, Pic 7: natural flapjacks rolling over a basketball Pic 9: bicep cellulite not hidden by spray tan. I mean, why?
The word you were searching for was “liberated” not “empowered.” Don’t try and sound smart again. For everyone’s sake.
Either the Forbes editor has it out for her or he didn’t look at those pics. #7 will haunt my dreams and has rendered me as impotent as WB.
Who the hell gave Forbes access? What the hell is wrong with having a life size cutout of myself guarding the entrance against the Evil Eye and SEC smart asses? What is with you people? Get me Hillary on the horn. I want someone’s eyeballs in my highball glasses, stat.
Georgina, get me Sveklana and Tatiana and my other Estonian personal assistant, what’s her name? Milana? Have them waiting for me in the conference room-boudoir on 11. Tell them it’s czar-time. They’ll know what it means.
Is the video of me being statesman-like at the Clinton Library there?
Good. F ing Forbes. Feel my wrath!!!
R. Rubin
Enter Charlie Gasparino’s offices…and you walk into a man-muscle show that makes the Mr. Universe competition look like an accountants’ convention. A life-size cardboard cutout of various undisclosed sources, all naked and flexing their biceps, greets you at the door; photos of Mr. Gasparino working out, along with bottles of “the cream,” industrial-size containers of creatine, a two-gallon bottle of Drakkar Noir, one Fleshlight (Size XXS) and an autographed copy of “Dealing with Steroid-Induced Testicle Shrinkage” by Barry Bonds line a side table; a giant close-up of Lloyd Blankfein’s face with various messages of longing (“Why Lloyd? Why do you spurn me so?”) scribbled across it in pink marker stares across the waiting room at a pair of boxing gloves from Mr. Gasparino’s days of glory as an almost-participant in the Golden Gloves.
No, I prefer he used empowered.
Enter Tim Geithner‘s offices…and you walk into the Too-Big-To-Fail show. A life-size cardboard cutout of Bernanke greets you at the door; photos of Reps Waxman and Waters line a side table; a giant close up of Lloyd‘s face stares from the waiting room wall.
Uhh….only a banker could “sell” an entity that is about to implode to the tune of $60 Billion to some drunken idiot running Bank of America for top dollar….and then complain that he’s been ass raped. Here’s a clue….the guy/gal who is screaming is the ass rapee….the guy/gal yelling “Yipee! Take it Bitch!!! Go! Go! Go!” is the ass raper.
Lynn Tilton
Boss Hogh
So that’s how the Empower State Building got its name!
Back to fantasy land Taibbi
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