I just witnessed one of the dumbest creatures aka “bitch” in the world, in front of me at the local CVS store. She laid into the teenage cash register guy for not having her correct information like you would not believe. The bitch went fucking postal, Jersey Shore style, demanding to see managers, CEO’s and “whoever the fuck is in charge of this shit.” As she droned on, with her two idiot teenage kids in the background, the line grew long. As a matter of fact, it wrapped around the aisle, breaching fire safety laws, all because she “wuz helpin’ out some fuck all this time by not having my right numbah’ in the system.”
I really need to leave Staten Island, for my health and for the safety of my neighbors. I NEED THE KEYS TO ZION.
Moving on, this whole cash situation I find myself in is not unique. I’ve tried it plenty of times before and always capitulated, giving into the excesses of the bull. But this time is different because I am up nearly 20% after just one month of trade. Nevertheless, it’s going to be real hard to sit on the sidelines, watching all of you faggots banking coin.
Inside 12631, Ragin’ Cajun is on one of those unbelievable runs, bagging 20% winners like China dishes out accounting scandals. It has been sublime, watching him and Chess absolutely destroy this tape. Bar none, and I’m putting it out there for anyone to challenge, there is no better trading room on the internet than 12631.
All I want from this market is a little blood. Is that too much to ask for? I want panic and fear to hit the tape, causing a cascade of sell orders, the likes this planet has never seen before. Then I want to step in, like a degenerate vulture, and buy it all up.
Still waiting in the tall grass, albeit impatient, looking to kill a few zebras for sport.