You gotta love that guy the way he smoothes his grey metallic estate Mercedes into the corporate underground parking lot while all the other decision makers are driving around in grey metallic estate BMWs. You gotta love that guy.
You gotta love that guy look at his manliness and the way he keeps his cool and knows his tricks and how to deal with people without knowing anything about them except the things all the other people say about all the other folks. You gotta love him.
You gotta love that guy the way he throws state of the art business expressions at people to impress’em without giving a damn what happens to them (expressions / people) afterwards. You gotta love that guy.
You gotta love that guy the way he’s made it close to the top just by being an empty suit like all the other empty suits on all the other corporate managing levels without ever contemplating anything at all. You gotta love him.
You gotta love that guy the way he talks football and supports the team everybody else supports because they’re the epitomy of success right now and also he’s from the region so he’s a real fan. Man, you gotta love that guy.
You gotta love that guy who lives in meetings and is thus never here, hugging his iPads and patting his iPhones sporting that superior “Oh, I know” smile to hide his emptiness because he’s just a copy of a template. Gotta love the guy.
You gotta love that guy who not only survives but also prospers being a two-faced opportunist and a corporate cocksucker even if it means scorched earth and universal flood for everything and everyone that follows in his tracks. You gotta love that guy.
You gotta love that guy who is such a liberal man but his wife at home hates her life so much she can’t even smile anymore and just wants to die although the kids are perfect and they love their new school. You gotta love that guy.