Carl Icahn Knows How We Like To Be Touched

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It’s a little upsetting to find out that one’s publicly professed deity includes the bit “A thief stole my wife's credit card, but I didn't report it. Guess why? The thief spends less than my wife!" in his set of “favorite” jokes. The chafing is slightly salved when reminded that the fallen god has previously told adversaries, “You’ll never work on Wall Street again” and “That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard,” purposely “mangles” people names, and once told Ken Moelis, chief of investment banking at UBS that he was a “Mollusk.” But that’s nothing compared to the sunshine on one’s face that is this:

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