A "Roaring 20's"-themed party for the American Bankers Association? Really?
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dangles bait for WT:
that's from this:
Posted by: punaise | October 25, 2009 at 10:32 PM
Pitchforks? Check.
Torches? Check.
Tumbrels? Check.
Guillotines? Check.
I'm ready to party like it's 1793. How about you?
Posted by: DrDick | October 25, 2009 at 10:34 PM
sign me up, DrDick.
Posted by: watertiger | October 25, 2009 at 10:53 PM
You know what they say, those who do not study history are doomed to repeat it... When the stock market crashed on the 28th and 29th of October 1929, it was raining bankers and stock brokers as they threw themselves out of their office windows in despair. So I hope the bankers are enjoying their Roaring 20s party this week, because a whole hell of a lot of us are waiting for those fuckers to start taking their long overdue flying leaps! (And NO we will not send firemen or golden parachutes to save them!)
Posted by: Oh Susannah | October 26, 2009 at 01:19 AM
but the guillotine is too quick. take their money away. it will hurt more.
Posted by: pansypoo | October 26, 2009 at 02:17 AM
Roaring Twenties party?
That's some chutzpah, that is, especially since the fuckin' bandits are partying on our money--and we're not invited....
Posted by: montag | October 26, 2009 at 02:43 AM
Here's hoping it's a Masque of the Red Death.
Posted by: coozledad | October 26, 2009 at 07:39 AM
Maybe they should have had a Roman Empire party instead, and issued every attendee a little fiddle as they entered the hall....
Posted by: Gummo | October 26, 2009 at 08:51 AM
Dr. Dick, you're the man.
Posted by: Capt. Bat Guano | October 26, 2009 at 11:19 AM
I'll join you, Dr. Dick. Or maybe we let them get rip roaring drunk and eat like gluttons...then lock the doors and deny them access to the rest rooms.
Posted by: Pissed in NYC | October 26, 2009 at 08:55 PM
Well they have theirs and they care not one whit about you. As I slide toward bankruptcy I have been severely hounded for shorting a minimum payment on my 29.99% credit card by $50. The amount of effort and what it has cost to get that extra $50 has been astounding. Of course for the past 2 years every time I contact one of the credit cards they tell me what a great customer I am and what a great payment record I have but, NO, they cannot reduce my rate or do anything for me at this time.
Posted by: moistenedbink | October 26, 2009 at 10:34 PM
coozledad, great Edgar Allan Poe/Vincent Price reference.
Posted by: HarpoSnarx | October 26, 2009 at 10:35 PM
what a fetish
Posted by: Hardy | November 04, 2009 at 09:52 AM