Fat Cats – the cause of third world debt and the refusal of my loan application

When I was littler and a hobo and didn’t know how to talk to women, I would employ humour to try and make them laugh. Now that I’m not so little, I don’t even have to open my mouth for women to laugh at me. I just have to be in the same general area and they stare and point as if I have two heads. This of course could have something to do with my second head Tim. I don’t know a lot about a lot but have learned to maintain a conversation about the few things I do know. For example, If I’m talking about cats, I can mention that they’re solely responsible for third world debt and never once campaign for debt relief. Things get a little tricky when I’m talking to the world bank. For some reason, they won’t even consider that cats are to blame. With those guys, the topic isn’t even up for conversation. Talk about being close minded. I remember the last time I asked a bank for a loan. I remember because the outcome wasn’t favourable: