Bounce Day or The Work of the Devil?

There is nothing to celebrate, fuckers. We’ve been eviscerated in recent weeks. The market is firmly in the hands of maniacal lunatics, keen on seeing the destruction of mankind through financial means. If it was up to me, I’d arrest anyone long FAZ and send them to BAC sponsored re-education camps.

As organic specimens, you have less than 50 years of quality life while on earth. After perishing, your body will become fertilizer for my tomatoes. You might as well try to make the best out of this life while here– and quick dicking around with half-ass ideas, pressed forward with zero energy.

Le Fly has the energy of 10,000 men and utilizes his robotic-like brain to create scenarios where winship happens. Speaking of which, I’ve heard rumors of my demise, through the grapevines of bitch, disseminated by small goblin-like creatures, with small dicks and big tits. I want you to pay attention to what I am about to tell you because it is a secret.

“The Fly” has never lost a single war. The set-backs he has endured are nothing more than pit-stops, on the way to triumph, a handicap for you spastic fucktards trying to compete. With regards to the market, there is no doubt in my mind, with a little time and magic, I will conquer and vanquish my enemies, similar to the grotesque ongoings over at GRPN today.

In summary, do not get excited over the futures and possibility of a rally today. Europe is still a problem and we’re more likely to give it all back than sustain gains. Old man stocks and cash reigns supreme, alongside large doses of GRPN.