Dungbeetle looks at the IMF and says H(i)mfffffffffff

The IMF is a loser thing and that is that.

Dorky, The Deadbeat Dungbeetle (BTW, spell check suggests Tinkerbell. Duh!) was sauntering along the chic DC addresses and came across the concrete cube and was surprised to find itself going round and round in water. After suitable cusses thrown randomly around like cheap Chinese Goods (as it had lost the rubbish collected ecstatically just a little while ago. You just would not believe the shit that can be found THERE!), it decided that all that liquid could not be piss from all those scared pin striped Wall Street junkies and decided to investigate thoroughly.

Turns out, the little people inside the cube were weeping just looking at the amount of money flowing away. One moment they were pretty pretty happy rubbing their hands in glee at all that future cash flows from all that interest from all those driveling nations and next, they were on their asses looking at nothing.

So now they are busy sniveling and planning to sell their carefully hoarded gold to tide through.

Good too as finally somebody recognizes a rainy day when they see one (the little people, not Dorky, though he too was prepared and has started rolling off more than he can roll). There is always the Big Ass (big brother=big ass naturally and so am concentrating on the most visible aspects here)who can veto any move to give the pants to somebody else to wear and so the poor little people are finding themselves increasingly pant less too (now, do you see all that ass?)

Dorky did what he is best at doing - blew a raspberry and went about collecting all that shit.