I love how so many of you ball jugglers are bearish on ANGI. Even more, I love how you get to excited, to the point of ejaculation, when it trades lower, say by 11% on no news–whatsoever. Just the other day, I was feeling mighty boastful about my ANGI position. I bought more and bragged about it to the world, declaring it to be “a buy” because my feelings said so. Fast forward one trading day and my feelings, for lack of a better expression, are being raped.
That’s alright, see, as I have room for more enemies, people whom I will eventually murder in cold blood. I have RBCN, YY, TC and LITB putting brains on fire, heaters letting off rounds at your dome like this was an urban centre and you had gold chains on.
I’m up for the day, not because of luck or because “things went my way,” but by design.
You can try your hand at betting against me, others have tried and failed. “The Fly” owns a graveyard, filled with the bones of his enemies. There isn’t anything you can do, stupid. Just sit there and watch the wins pile up, starting with TC–punks.