shame on north american companies for out sourcing
Everyone competes primarily on price, so they have no choice.
shame on north american companies for out sourcing
Everyone competes primarily on price, so they have no choice.
Hey, you cant compete when theyre using slave labor
Choose your own adventure! Yay!At one point we could
Choose your own adventure! Yay!
* walk on the moon
* make high speed rail
* enjoy delicious fermented beverages
You can if you turn their slaves into biofuel.Hey, you cant compete when theyre using slave labor
Where will you travel?make a high speed rail
Where will you travel?
* ape's hairy vag
* downtown
* 420, because "high" speed rail
What will you do there?downtown
You discover that the market for opiates is saturated and become enemies with the local cartel. They have kidnapped your prize Pomeranian and are holding it ransom for $420.become a drug kingpin
Hey, you cant compete when theyre using slave labor
This is pretty much it. Globalization is a race to the bottom. You wanna live like a dirt sucker in Calcutta? Well have we got good news for you!
Sort of. Really its just abandoning third world countries as soon as their quality of life, and therefore corporate expenses, increase.
You storm the rival drug gang's hideout with your band bratwurst wielding addicts and immediately take heavy casualties, you wonder if it was a poor choice to use sausages as weapons. After the initial wave of casualties, the rival gang begins handing out samples of various substances, immediately halting your advance. Your legion of junkies discards their bratwurst and tokes up. Your prized Pomeranian is sexually assaulted by more than a dozen StBernards. While listening to it's cries of ecstasy you are overtaken by a frail old woman wielding a cast iron pan.* declare war and attack them with your band of bratwurst wielding addicts
BaconYou storm the rival drug gang's hideout with your band bratwurst wielding addicts and immediately take heavy casualties, you wonder if it was a poor choice to use sausages as weapons. After the initial wave of casualties, the rival gang begins handing out samples of various substances, immediately halting your advance. Your legion of junkies discards their bratwurst and tokes up. Your prized Pomeranian is sexually assaulted by more than a dozen StBernards. While listening to it's cries of ecstasy you are overtaken by a frail old woman wielding a cast iron pan.
You wake up chained to a wall in total darkness, you:
* yell taunts at your captors, accusing them of not having enough Bacon to properly torture anyone, you are not afraid
* scream and pull at your chains like a ladyboy
* repeat "there's no place like home" as fast as possible