A few days after the US government offered an $85 billion bailout to insurance giant AIG, the company held a week-long retreat for its executives at the luxury St. Regis Resort in Monarch Beach, Calif., running up a tab of $440,000.
These guys do not give a shit. Half a milly? No sweat. It's like if you work in a used CD store, "I think I'm gonna take this copy of Aerosmith Pump", and it's no problem, because the store has tons of CDs. These guys just happen to work with billions and billions of dollars, "I think I'm heat my house by burning fifties", sure just grab em on the way out.
"Can I grab a couple million to make a staircase of money at my dog's beach house?" sure.
"Can I crash a helicopter into a t-rex skeleton for my birthday party?" you got it.
"Can I hire strippers to drive go-carts cars around my backyard while I sleep?" That's definetely a business expense.
"Can I throw gold bricks into a volcano to hear the thick gloopy splash they make?" Let's go right now.
Fuck these guys. They are the worst. Pump was an ok album, at least.
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