FORBES 25 Obnoxious Phrases "The SUITS" Use

Well, let's run this up the flagpole and see who salutes.

FORBES, the well known Dullard's Diary, was run by an eccentric fruitbat now deceased. Malcolm Forbes used to collect Faberge eggs and semen up his ass. In fact the Faberge eggs often helped stop up his anus so he could keep that semen in a while longer, and lubricate himself better for the next lad.

Boring business jerks still read the mag, and as it turns out, even a zombie in a suit can get tired of SOME well-worn cliches that get thrown around the office TOO much.

"Up the flagpole" of course was a wheeze in the 60's. Below is the FORBES a list of the current Top 25, and I can't disagree with most of 'em.

Except I can feel sad that even a dry business mag has to do a "LIST" to get hits and gain attention.

Some cliches that annoy businessmen actually are over-used by ordinary people. I hear boxers constantly say, between puffy lips, after getting the shit knocked out of 'em, "well, we go BACK TO THE DRAWING BOARD."

"Synergy." Yeah, a boring word that now means almost nothing. It's like starting a sentence with "Well." Well, that's the ZEITGEIST of our times, and if you check the UNDERPINNINGS you'll find worse.

I recall autograph fans complaining about getting a form letter from Gene Wilder's secretary, stating that sorry, "your photo is being returned unsigned, because Gene has a lot on his plate."

So "on my plate" is another one that has gone from the dull office to every moron's home.

Here's the list.

What happened to the obnoxious "That's the 400 pound gorilla in the room?"

Nevermind. Why dissect the list? Let's just say....

Office people are SUCH parrots. Such dung beetles. Such LOSERS.

Speaking of cliches, if you show any emotion in the sterile office environment, some jerk in a white shirt and tie, some cunt in a white blouse and tie, will respond with the ultimate cliche. After your rant (or Tweet), instead of agreeing with you, or arguing, you get...

"So, tell us how you REALLY feel."

It's the ultimate put-down of showing any kind of passion. It's what boring white-bread status quo queers fall back on.

Oh, the wit of that sarcasm.

But that's not how I REALLY FEEL. When I walk into an office, I generally feel like it's too bad I'm not carrying a bomb that could blow the fucking place up, and shake up every bland-faced dweeb walking around in a daze.