The Corporate Asylum's First Scheduled Meeting
Date: 30 November 2000
Time: 7:30 p.m.
Those Present: The Inmate and Poodlestew
Place: Dining Room Table
Weather: cool, slightly cloudy
Lighting: semi-bright, overhead
Food: spaghetti with roasted pepper tomato sauce, garlic bread
Beverages: beer(Moosehead), tea(English Breakfast)
The Inmate and Poodlestew met at The Corporate Asylum's headquarters for their first ever staff meeting to discuss a logo. As mentioned last week The Escaped Inmate did not attend due to a contract dispute. The Corporate Asylum feels that $500,000 a year is plenty of money for a pampered writer. The fact that we overpay our cartoonist a cool million is simply our desire to ensure that there is one less starving artist in the world. The meeting took place at Asylum headquarters(The Inmate's house) and began when Fezzik, a boxer/rottweiler mix, greeted Poodlestew exuberantly, thrashing his tail against both moving and immovable objects. This display of affection was most likely Fezzik's relief that he was not a poodle. The meeting commenced with the most important business of the night. That business and the conversation that accompanied it follows.
Poodlestew: What's for dinner?
The Inmate: Spaghetti.
Poodlestew: Excellent.
[The Inmate and Poodlestew sit down and begin to eat.]
The Inmate: Want a beer?
Poodlestew: Sure. Pass the bread, please.
The Inmate: Food is a great thing, isn't it?
Poodlestew: Definitely. I love food.
The Inmate: You get to eat everyday--more than once. You have to love that.
Poodlestew: Like sleep. I love to sleep.
The Inmate: Oh yeah, sleep is great.
Poodlestew: And let's not forget the big one.
[At this point The Inmate raised his beer to propose a toast]
The Inmate: Here's to sleep, food and sex.
Poodlestew: Amen!
[Poodlestew now begins sketching out a rough idea for a logo]
Poodlestew: What do you think of that?
The Inmate: Looks good to me. Would you pass the pasta please?
Poodlestew: Hey, save me some, will you?
The Inmate: Pass the garlic bread, please.
Poodlestew: Save me some of that too, okay?
The Inmate: With as much money as I pay you I'll eat as much of this as I want.
Poodlestew: Which reminds me. I'd like a raise. I want at least 2 million.
[At this point The Inmate and Poodlestew exchanged blows and the meeting came to an abrupt end. The logo is pending.]
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