A Diamond has bad luck
A Big Pin in a multi-level marketing outfit is on his way to Super Saturday. He is whistling to himself and daydreaming about all the tool money he is going to be collecting from the suckers. “Sorry” he says to himself with a wry smile, “I shouldn’t call them that because they are Independent Business Owners”. He then bursts out laughing and remembers how he mentally thanks his old drama teacher every day for showing him how to keep a straight face while telling the suckers (oops, there’s that word again) about the rivers of cash which will be flowing over them when they get the system working.
Suddenly, a truck coming the other way crosses the double lines and hits the side of the Pin’s car. A police car arrives on the scene within minutes and finds the Pin sitting in the car wailing “My BMW! My BMW!”. The police officer looks at where the side of the car has been torn away, and says “Don’t worry about your car. Your arm has been ripped off”. “Aarrgghh!”, screams the Big Pin. “My Rolex! My Rolex!”.