All the young fellas doing nothing, just wandering around in the community".
Fellas, don't go on Letterman and talk about your fishing trips, your devotion to NASCAR, your anything; don't pose for magazine covers; don't accept lecture fees (if you know something that's worth telling to the Wingnut Dealers Association for fifty thousand dollars, shouldn't you be telling it to all of us on TV?); and don't go to parties that are attended by the people you cover.
In "Liar's Poker", his tale of Salomon Brothers in the 1980s, Michael Lewis records the words of a senior trader who worked for Lew Ranieri, the creator of mortgage-backed securities: "At other places management says, 'Well, gee, fellas, do we really want to bet the ranch on this deal?' Lewie was not only willing to bet the ranch, he was willing to hire people and let them bet the ranch too.
Tony Fisher, Mr. Reed's childhood friend, who was called Big Tony, played bass and acted as the "talker," sing-speaking repetitive, call-and-response phrases to whip up both the band ("Hey, fellas, do you want to take time out to get close to the ladies?") and the crowd ("Get on up!").
"These sort of fellas don't grow on trees.
Fellas, don't forget to take back warrants on your capital infusion.
Fundawear comes in both male and female versions, so you fellas don't have to be worried about a one-size-fits-all kind of situation.
What you fellas don't seem to understand is that married men are targets for Weeds.
The fellas don't know about behavior either because they've all come searching for the same thing, they manage themselves.
