I’ve been eye-fucking this stock since the high teens. Like a paradiddle, I’ve watched other people get rich in the name, all the while professing the coolness of the company to total-fucking-strangers. This shit gets me upset. I could punch an elephant in the cock right now.
Anyway, I am going to buy the dip in DDD, not because I enjoy thinking about the idea of printing a gun from home, but because the motherfucking PPT says so. You got that, fucked face?
Here, take a look at these numbers, and shut up about it.
Do you see those numbers you jackass? If you were anywhere within 40 feet of me, I’d have your face punched in with them. Those numbers are gold, pal–derived from the digital mind of an investing genius. We can play games and talk about “what ifs.” But the fact remains constant, The PPT doesn’t get DDD wrong.
To fags end, the Fed will dictate the near term direction of the market. But after they are out of the way, I have some business with the short sellers in DDD and will be brining burial bags to our meeting.