I hear the shorts calling:
"Ashok, Ashok, where art thou Ashok..."
Ashok: "Here my sweet love, my pussy willow, my EMC chickadeedee.."
"I need thou Ashok, come hither, let's love and say things again Ashok about Dell's vision..."
Ashok: "Dell hasn't any vision my lovely pudding!" (long pause)
(slightly mifted) "No Ashok. My horny love. Be thou stronger in thy words, sayest Dell is trade range bound again my lovely Ashok..."
(bored) Ashok: "Yes, Dearest my lovely. Dell is trade range bound for, oh, the next century...SUNW has Vision, EMC has Visionest, Dell has but Micheal and order takers my lovely." (longer pause)
(perturbed) "My love. Ashok. You're not getting the picture. Speak of $1 million dollar competitive systems BY NAME, speak of IBM and SUN, speak of HOW YOU'RE TIRED OF MICHAEL DELL AND HIS ANTICS!"
(angered) Ashok: "Listen, Juliet. WOULD YOU QUIT BREATHING ON ME. I GET THE PICTURE."
Maybe Ashok will get the picture. One can hope. We all like Ashok; he makes for good material I guess. |
