I will not warn you again. Therefore, let this be your final warning: Santa Claus is coming and his reindeers are going to bite your faces off. You can talk all the shit you want about “ominous this” and “scary that.” However, at the end of the day, you’ll be getting punched in the face with Portuguese dinner plates, not me.
“The Fly” reserves his finest stock market moves for December through February. So you know, I consider these months the most important months of the year, as an investor. The final month closes out the year. And, the first two months of a new year sets the tone. I’ve always managed to rip tits during this time of year, partly due to my God-like demeanor. The other parts have much to do with my “Space Alien Magician” ways.
Once again, just in case you’re reading this blog for the first time ever: I don’t fucking lose, ever. And, moreover, I don’t fucking like you very much. Let that tide you over until you wake up late for work tomorrow morning. One more thing before I go: quit reading my website dressed like a fucking harpoon maker. This is a tier one blog, only reserved for the finest of gentlemen. If you do not own a top hat, I suggest you ask a family member to buy you one for Christmas. You should be dressed to impress, suit with tie (the official uniform of business), at all times, even on the weekends—whenever you read iBankCoin.
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