Corporate Kickoff Meeting Kicks Off and Dies

I can't believe that I just sat through a complete waste of two hours. Badly dressed white men droning on and on in corporate jingo lingo, accompanied by multi-hued powerpoint projections. What I wanna know: Who got paid to put that together? The best part was that these guys had this badly dressed chippy sitting right up front who was responsible for clicking to the next frame. Sonetimes she was too fast and sometimes too slow which would elucidate a dissatisfied grunt from speakerman.

The room was just dim enough and crowded enough that I would have nodded off if they hadn't had the ac cranked. Maybe a tactic to keep us all alert and aquiver? JJ managed to avoid said meeting all togther and then brutally rubbed it in:

charles mccharge: you're a corporate wanka
d27: wow
charles mccharge: kidding
d27: the lowblows begin
charles mccharge: but got em
d27: not even
charles mccharge: totally
charles mccharge: it's a monkey knife fight, danit
d27: why do straight men in suits always have the worst socks and shoes?
d27: its like they have on their gym tube socks
charles mccharge: i have on tube socks
d27: fuck monkey knife fight
charles mccharge: yeah
d27: but are you wearing a pinstriped highwater highwasted navy blue suit?
charles mccharge: yeah
d27: no you aren't
charles mccharge: under my sweatshirt
d27: i wouldn't touch you with 39 fighting monkeys if you were
(added after protest from mr money)
d27: i'm putting this convo on frothy
d27: be aware
charles mccharge: go for it, pickledick

This is he calls a killer punchline?