Showing posts with label Warren Buffett. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Warren Buffett. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Thank You Warren Buffett!


Thank You 
Warren Buffett!

by Dean Burkey
 
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I dreamt I met Warren Buffett! Theee Warren Buffett!

As we walked out of a lecture at FSC, I told him it was destiny that we met, because the day before I read a book that said to get a picture of the richest man in the world.

“Oh.” He smiled his famous multi-billionaire smile. “My picture inspires you?”


“No, actually,” I said, somewhat embarrassed. “I got a picture of Carlos Slim Helú. Hes the richest. Never mind. And, um, no offense.” 

As Warrens (I mean, Mr. Buffett’s) famous multi-billionaire smile wilted, I knew Id put both feet in my mouth. I could even taste my socks! 

But even so, recognizing the amazing opportunity before me, I still asked him for his secret to getting rich. 

He sighed, like maybe hed heard that question before. 

His aide asked if he was coming along, but he said he’d stay. 

Happy to hear how to create wealth from someone who clearly knows, I giggled with delight. But in a macho giggly way. 

We sat in the middle of a classroom where a few students studied off to the side. 

The lights were too bright for him, so I kept trying to adjust the switch where he wouldn’t be bothered, but I could still see. 

He said he wanted them at half, so I put the two light switches at half, but he wanted one of them at half and the other turned off completely, so I said, “You want them at a fourth.” 

Seeing a wave of exasperation sweep across his face, I said, “Half is fine and decided not to bicker over the quarter/half issue, even though I was clearly right in that regard. 

As I yanked out my notebook, which has a promo cover for my first book Holy Laughter! Humor in the Bible”, Warren (I mean, Mr. Buffett) said “The first thing is stocks.” 

Obviously, I wanted to write that down, but I kept trying to find a blankety-blank blank page upon which to write. 

Although I couldn’t find a blankety-blank blank page, I eventually asked what the second thing was; and he said to read the newspaper USA Today

And so, the only advice I got from my dream meeting with Warren Buffett was stocks and read USA Today

If you know how that will make me rich, please let me know. 

Looks like I need to eat the same spicy food tonight that I ate last night, so I can continue my dream seminar. 

Otherwise, I’ll call Carlos (I mean Señor Helú) and ask: “¡Hola mi amigo! ¿Cómo se enriqueció usted?”*

Blessings & Joy,

* [Hello my friend! How did you get rich?]

Although I did actually dream that I met Warren Buffett, this is still a work of humor/parody.


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Wednesday, July 11, 2012

Why I Should Be a Billionaire


What would I do with a billion dollars?

I'd become a superhero.

No billionaire is doing that!

No one is doing that.

At least, not to the degree of a billionaire.

The Viper calling the local police station at the first sign of danger doesn't count. (No offense to the Viper. Even he will admit billions of dollars would up the ante of his crime-fighting efforts. Maybe get him unlimited texting and data. But then again, he may have already retired. A change in phone plans may have foiled him.) 



The Viper


The government should charge a hefty Non-Superhero Tax to billionaires who aren't superheroes, to fund folks who want to be superheroes, but can't afford the exorbitant costs of costuming and gadgetry. 

Okay, sure. Bill Gates, Warren Buffett, and other billionaires fund foundations and make donations to help others. And thus, they save countless lives. But none of them do so while wearing Spandex!

No mask. No cape. Probably not even matching boots and a utility belt.

Okay, maybe a utility belt. But not a cool utility belt. Nothing with web fluid or bat ropes.

I'd have the obligatory Burkey Manor mansion/estate with the Dean-Poles hidden behind a secret revolving bookcase that would let me slide down to the Dean-Cave at a moment's notice.

I would also have the super-fast, fuel-efficient, nuclear-powered (if need be), bulletproof, bombproof, laser-firing, missile-launching (only when necessary), knockout gas-spraying Dean-Mobile.


What? 
A quick tank with a mortar launcher would be better
than a slow Corolla with a slingshot. 

And, of course, the Dean-Mobile would have patent leather seats. A mini fridge stocked with various forms of chocolate. And a spacious trunk for hauling evildoers to justice.

And maybe a built-in Blu-Ray player for when I get bored on stakeouts.

I'd also have the Dean-Plane, the Dean-Boat, the Dean-Submarine, and the Dean-Space Shuttle.

And maybe a nice hammock in the backyard for my days off.

With the extra billions I'd make from Burkey Enterprises and Dean-Man merchandising rights, I'd produce family-friendly sitcoms and hilarious movies to bring clean comedy to the world. Make a hundred billion dollars to end famine in Africa. And create a delicious chocolate candy that cures cancer. Or at the very least alleviates hunger pangs.

I'm fully aware that wealth is a super power in and of itself. I also understand that "with great power comes great responsibility," as Stan Lee stated in Amazing Fantasy # 15. That's why, besides becoming a superhero to inspire the masses, creating clean comedy to entertain the world, ending disease with chocolate, and eradicating global famine, I'd do what every billionaire should do. I mean, this should be the whole point of becoming a billionaire! (Besides the aforementioned benefits to mankind.) ... 


Create supermodel clones!

Once I've accomplished all that, I'd want to hurry home to my trophy wife Colbie Caillat, so we can make beautiful music together. ;o)


** What? 
Any woman who sings "I Do" 
obviously wants to marry a superhero. 
That's just common sense. 

And then we can retire on a remote private island where the beaches are made of pancakes; and the ocean waves are maple syrup.

Blessings & Joy,

Friday, April 20, 2012

The Perfect Plan: Foiled! (Part 2)

The long-awaited sequel 
to my previous post: 



So I listed the Ruffles potato chip that blessedly bore the image of the much beloved and dearly departed Mother Teresa on eBay


Although I listed the auction with an opening bid of $0.99, the price jumped to $13,675.92 within the first five minutes! 


The bidding climbed over two million dollars by nightfall. Thanks to Bill Gates, Warren Buffett, and the Pope wanting to honor the blessed memory of Mother Teresa.  


Because nothing honors a persons memory more than having a potato chip with that persons face enshrined for all to see. 


An anonymous, underground group seeking global domination doubled the bid to four million at midnight, because they knew that whoever owned this potato chip would rule the world! 


Thanks to my adding that fun fact to the item description. I covered myself by tacking on a disclaimer that such claims cannot be substantiated; and since no one reads disclaimers, I was golden! Ka-Ching!


As the bidding soared over ten million, with Richard Branson not wanting to miss out on the auction action, I started to feel faint. 


You’d think I would’ve felt elated to make a fortune so easily. But in the excitement of the escalating bidding wars, I forgot to eat. 


Being hypoglycemic, I feared another episode, like the time I “Hulked out” and endangered the lives of an entire continent. 


(Sure, the continent was Antarctica; and the lives were penguins, but still, in my low-sugar-induced fury empowered by a hunger headache and a flamethrower, I almost torched that place which wouldve melted away the homes of those sweet, frigid creatures.) 


So I did what any person suffering from low blood sugar should do. I ate something. 


Unfortunately, I ate the first thing I could find. A potato chip. The Ruffles potato chip that was making my dreams come true. 


Continuing to eat, I wolfed down my beefy bean breakfast burrito that bore the image of Mahatma Ghandi


The worst part is, I still felt hungry, so I nibbled on a Nilla Vanilla wafer that looked like Nixon


I even ate a bundt cake with the face of St. Francis of Assisi.


Man, was I ravenous! Which didnt make sense after my eating all those brownies my neighbor Cheech gave me. 


Shortly thereafter, I began seeing the faces of famous folks on food.


I’ll resume seeking fame and fortune after a double dose of Alka-Seltzer and a Colon Cleanse


Blessings & Joy,
Dean Burkey


Please Note: This is a fictitious work of humor and parody with no maliciousness nor disparagement intended. Mother Teresa dedicated her life to serving others, especially those abandoned by society. Nothing in this post is meant to malign her memory or insult anyone else. Also, this blog does not endorse nor condone the use of illegal drugs. Even if they are baked into tasty brownies. The main character in this intrepid tale did not realize that he did or did not partake of such. Proof that this is a work of fiction: I did not put peanut butter on the brownies. If you see me eat a brownie without first applying peanut butter, that is not me, but an evil clone, alien cyborg, or shape-shifter who must be destroyed. Or given a jar of peanut butter. Furthermore, any claims, implied or otherwise, that reading this blog will help you take over the world cannot be substantiated. But that’s no reason to cease funding. Because you never know. 

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

The Perfect Plan: Foiled!


I formulated the perfect plan 
to become a multi-multi-billionaire



I found an old plastic E.T. toy that still works! You pull the frayed, knotted string; and E.T. says: “Home”, “Elliott”, and “E.T.E.T.E.T.!” That’s over 30 years old, so that’s gotta be worth a fortune. 


My plan? Put it on eBay; and let Bill Gates and Warren Buffett get into a bidding war that rises half a million or more! Woo-Hoo! Big time here I come! 


Richard Branson sniper bids before the auction closes, bidding three million pounds! And though that’s worth a lot more than half a million dollars, I reject his bid, because I don’t know what it’s three million pounds of. 


Three million pounds of chocolate? Yes! I could melt it and row down a river of chocolate. All my dreams come true! As long as my Dream Woman’s riding in the raft with me. Wink-wink. 


(I’m sure my Dream Woman knows who she is, because I’m not subtle. I just hope her boyfriend doesn’t know who she is, because his fists aren’t subtle either.)  


Three million pounds of tuna? No way! Sorry, Charlie. Nothing against tuna. But I’ve seen enough episodes of “Let’s Make a Deal” to know that more than two cans of tuna is the booby prize


So Branson gets cut out of the deal, but Bill Gates still wins with his half a million dollar bid. I take that half a million and place it all on Lucky Lady to place in the fifth at 20 to 1; and bam! I’ve got ten million dollars! 


I use that ten million for Research and Development to devise a way for guys to meet girls without awkwardness for anyone involved; and bam! I’m a multi-multi-billionaire


Or I invest in a delicious new kind of candy that gives you super powers and fights cavities. Either way, bam! I’m a multi-multi-billionaire


Or I do both; and bam-bam! I’m a multi-multi-multi-multi-billionaire


And then I build my river of chocolate, so my Dream Woman wife and I can raft away the day in sweet ecstasy! Yay! 


So I go on eBay to get started on my illustrious and tasty path to fortune, only to find hundreds of those silly toys! 


One of which is listed for only four dollars, but still has no bids. 


No bids?! Are Bill and Warren on vacation this week? Can't Branson check eBay when he's orbiting the Earth? Don’t they like E.T.? Who doesn’t like E.T.


So now I need a new strategy. Hmm. I’m starting to notice how much this Ruffles potato chip looks a lot like Mother Teresa. Yay! I’ll let you know how the bidding goes!



Blessings & Joy,