James Joyce takes the last slot at a strategic planning meeting
Since you survived this long, what I did to put this together was farmed 300 bullshit phrases and then randomized them in Excel, building sentences out of discrete batches of them roughly in order.
I could probably do the same thing again and come up with an entirely different result.
Now that's a Scrumlang nightmare. I feel an acute case of Jargon poisoning coming on.
I am curious what a "weapons grade, tactical dinosaur chainsaw consultant" would look like.
Was the Juice worth the squeeze? I don't know. If there's an actual message in here somewhere, it's well hidden. Maybe it'll be a bit clearer after that bio break.
Two paragraphs. Pay me now. Two dollars, I want my two dollars.
Can't decide if this is incoherent, brilliant, or both. Leaning towards both.
I got to “running up the flag pole”. I’ll go develop some more self hate, and try again.
This is the corporate management version of the turbo/retro encabulator.
I couldn't get through this - at the halfway mark I had a rising urge to gouge out my eyes with a rusty fork so I decided to call it.