Fokes back home call it “poopin’ whur y’eat.” Poop’s the polite word. Mama won’t let me use the S word. An’ at poopin’ has tripped up another man who wuz ridin’ high.
Seemed like bidness? The NYT says about the soirees Hewlitt Packard CEO Mark Hurd had with his so called consultant, “The events were billed as C.E.O. executive summit meetings, exclusive gatherings, often lasting several days, where Hewlett-Packard officials wooed top customers.
“When Mark V. Hurd, H.P.’s chief, appeared at them, he sometimes relied on Jodie Fisher, a 50-year-old former reality television contestant turned H.P. marketing consultant, who would introduce him to customers and keep him company.”
Right. Jist jettin’ around schmoozin’ customers a nice lady has rounded up. An a’course ye need t’take the lady who set it all up fer ye. Ain’t nuthin wrong with at, right? I hate t’say it this way, but Hurd got hurt. Bad. So did the stockholders uv the cumpny he worked for. The stock dropped 10% in one day, he got fired.
Jist another case of the strong urge of sex mixed with what’s spose t’be bidness backfirin. Ain’tat fun? Shore seemed like it at the time I betchy.
General counsel Mark Holston said Hurd “demonstrated a profound lack of judgment.” Duhh!
An’ Tiger Woods jist had the worst score uv his pro golf career? More fallout frum his runnin’ around on his wife? Might ask if at’s really poopin’ whur y’eat. Well, whur a celeb eats is whur he gits surrounded by groupies after the official work day is over. An’ thanks the groupies love him fer hisself. Duhh. Who’s lovin’ Tiger now?
Funny how friends scramble when y’git caught usin’ y’sex tool fer brains.
Like at ole boy Siggy said jist before he invented the slip, “…we men… find reality generally quite unsatisfactory” – Sigmund Freud, Psychoanalysis (1910)
