"So these two corporations walk into a bar..."

I don't have a punchline, but now that corporations are people, there must be one.

They tear it down, fire all the people, send the liquor back to the wholesaler and high-five themselves for the record profits they just "created."

Ha HA HA

"You two get the fuck out of here, all corporations are assholes." A man at the end of the bar says, "Oh, how fucking close-minded. Nice stereotype. I resent that remark." The bartender says "What, are you a corporation?" The man says "No, I'm an asshole."

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buying and selling us is the 'Bain' of Romney's existence. :evilgrin:

OK, that's my contribution.

...No one can understand the bartenders, and they if you ask for a Margharita they transfer you to some woman with an accent. Then, they move headquarters to Barbados, so they don't have to pay any taxes. When that's done, they make a contribution to the repubs so they get a loophole passed prohibiting unions in public accomodations. When they finish, they move the bar to Florida, where gov. scott gives them an incentive to open up. When no one at Disneyworld comes in, they close up shop, and take the tax write-off.

Did I miss anything?

the lighting is dim and flickering, the air is smoky and the sole cocktail waitress looks disheveled and apathetic. As they approach the bar, a bartender steps out of the shadows, his right eye swollen shut, his face bruised.

Corp. A. reaches across the chipped and stained bar and grabs the bartender, yanks him closer and then delivers two sharp slaps to the face. "Two vodka tonics," he says gruffly as he releases him. "No charge."

"Isn't that a bit rough?" asks Corp. B.

"No," says Corp A as the bartender approaches with the drinks. "I own the place."

As the bartender sets down the drinks, Corp. B grabs him, boxes both of his ears and screams, "Bring some appetizers!" He turns to Corp A. and says "Are you interested in a partnership?"