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I Pity The Fool Who Lays Over in Dallas: The Strangest Dinner Invite Ever

We've all been there: a missed connection, an airport hotel, and all without a decent single malt scotch to wash away the fact your selling equities in Dallas...so you turn to late-night basic cable.

Presented without further comment, Mr. T's Flavor wave.

Related: Ric Flair Finance

Two Words: FIX IT

Does it depress anyone else that congress stole their script for today's hearing from SNL?

(2:20/4:19 mark)

GM Goes All-in (With 2-7 Off-Suit in the Hole)

HT to Paul Kedrosky via twitter

Targeted Advertising Fail

As I've been saying since soon after the days of Mary Meekers "groundbreaking" Internet Report , I've been skeptical of the metrics and methodologies used to value Internet companies.

This is (a prime example) why.

Pat on the back to Linkshare.  Value-add indeed!

(ht to a friendly anon user)

The Shark, it Has Been Jumped (Middle East Edition)

For those of you who ain't down with the hot beats all the kids are listenin' to these days, lemme learn ya'll somethin. 

I give you Busta Rhymes' new track, "Arab Money".  Abridged lyrics:

[Chorus: Ron Browz]
Shalai Lai Lai Halilili Hai Lo!
Hi Li Ba Lai Hey Hi Li Bai Lo!
We gettin' Arab money!
We gettin' Arab money!
Ha La Shiki Hai Lili Ba La!
Milli Ai Lai Shi Lili Ba La!
We gettin' Arab money!
We gettin' Arab money!

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
Now, there ain't no way that you could kill the beast dead
I got Middle East women and Middle East bread
I got oil well money in the desert playing golf
Dolce shorts, dashiki with a Louie Scarf
Chest cold, diamonds make a nigga wanna cough
In Dubai, 20 million on the villa loft
And then I step up in the club and then these other niggas mad as shit
The way I make the people wanna sing the hook in Arabic!

[Chorus]

Seven star hotels, Maybach, movie sick
Big bitches, knock-kneed camel-toed groupie shit
Women walk around while security on camelback
Club on fire now, niggas don't know how to act
Sittin' in casinos while I'm gamblin' with Arafat
Money long, watch me purchase pieces of the Almanac
Y'all already know, I got the streets buzzin'
While I make you bow down and make Salaat like a Muslim

[Chorus]

See, now I take trips to Baghdad dummy
While I use stacked chips and count Arab money now
I don't need to get fresh, about to grow a beard duke
So much cake even the money look weird too
Domestic bread, and I'm broad, I'm tryna eat right
Prince Alwali, Bin Talal, Al Saul
They respect the value of my worth in Maui, Malaysia
Iran and Iraq, Saudi Arabia!

When American rappers start tying you into their songs, its probably a good sign that shit is about to (slash already has) hit the fan.

Guess throwing all your money into ridiculous development projects like islands in the shape of palm trees and a map of the World, and the tallest building on the Planet wasn't the best idea (duh).  

Make of This What You Will...