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George Zimmer (b. 21 November 1948) is the founder and CEO of the Men's Wearhouse, a men's clothing retailer that now has 600+ stores across the U.S. and Canada.
He was born in New York and attended Washington University, St Louis. He graduated with a BA in Economics in 1970. Upon graduation, he worked as a substitute teacher before joining his father in the clothing manufacturing business. Later in the early 1970's, he worked as an purchasing agent and salesman in Hong Kong.
He opened his first Men's Wearhouse store in 1973 in Houston, Texas. Zimmer narrates andappears in many of his company's television commercials, usually closing with the company slogan "You're going to like the way you look. I guarantee it." He owns 8.7% of Men's Wearhouse, a stake which, as of November 2004, was worth $94 million.
In addition to Men's Wearhouse, Zimmer is the co-founder of charter flight and aircraft management company Regal Aviation.
Zimmer's style of corporate management is peculiar in the view of some (because of such events as the company's June 2004 nomination of guru Deepak Chopra to its board), while others perceive his style as cutting-edge. Zimmer is also known for his philanthropic support of research into the therapeutic use of MDMA, as well as efforts to legalize medical marijuana. Zimmer is reputed to be a recovering alcoholic.
Memes
Zimmer has become an internet celebrity due to parodies of his "I Guarantee It" slogan. On any given day in the /b/ section of 4chan there are a multitude of posts detailing his sexual activities. An example of this would be:
HI, I’M GEORGE ZIMMER, FOUNDER AND CEO OF THE MEN’S WEARHOUSE. THAT’S A CUTE STORY, ROBOT GEORGE ZIMMER. BUT I CAN BEST YOU. MY MORTAL MAN MAYONNAISE MAKERS AND MY FLESHY FEMALE FANTASY FULFILLER ARE MORE THAN A MATCH FOR ANY MERE TECHNOLOGICAL TOY. IT WAS SIX MONTHS AGO, AND SPRING HAD COME EARLY. THE LADIES WERE OUT IN FORCE, HUSTLING TO AND FROM THEIR JOBS, OR JUST HAVING FUN IN THE CRISP FEBRUARY AIR. UNTIL I ARRIVED IN NYC, HAVING FLOWN IN ON MY PRIVATE JET. AS ALWAYS HAPPENS AT AIRPORTS, I HAD A LINE OF FLIGHT ATTENDANTS A HUNDRED YARDS LONG, BEGGING FOR A CHANCE TO RIDE MY TANTALIZING TESTICLE TERRIER. MY IN-FLIGHT NAP, ONLY INTERRUPTED BY MY SEXY ONBOARD STEWARDESSES SURREPTITIOUSLY SNEAKING SENSUOUS CARESSES OF MY STUNNINGLY SEXY SUIT AND SEXUALLY SOOTHING SEMEN ASSAILANT, HAD LEFT ME PREPARED TO PLEASE ALL OF THEM. WITH A FLASH, I WAS INSIDE THE FIRST FLIGHT ATTENDANT, PUMMELING HER PASSAGES WITH PELVIC PROWESS AS SHE SCREAMED IN JOY, SHOCKING MANY ERRANT TRAVELERS AS THE MERE SOUND OF MY EROTIC PILLAGING BROUGHT THEM TO A MASSIVE SIMULTANEOUS ORGASM. THREE HOURS LATER, I STRODE OUT OF THE AIRPORT WITH A SMILE ON MY FACE, THE ONLY ONE STILL CONSCIOUS. AND MY SUIT WAS STILL IMMACULATE. I GUARANTEE IT.