This is the first year in many that I didn’t throw a St. Paddy’s Day party at Casa del Fly. It wasn’t in the cards this year, especially according to Mrs. Fly, who keeps herself very busy. ‘Tis is a day to drink lots of Guinness stout, setting aside that homosexual (no offense to gay guys of course) craft beer nonsense that you insist on getting fat with. And, because you’ll be so fucking wasted from the stout, the only method by which you will be able to cook is to boil some meat and potatoes. For your health, you can toss in a little cabbage with onions and carrots too.
If you’re cooking some corned beef, remember to properly dilute the brine that comes with the beef with copious amounts of water; otherwise, when you add in the starch and veggies, they’ll taste like you rubbed them about the surface of a fucking salt mine.
Futures are lower; but I don’t give a shit. I’ve been plagued by ‘night terrors’, hallunicinatory dreams of grave danger and horrors. I think someone might’ve spiked my tobacco pipe with some LSD. Nevertheless, “The Fly” remains committed towards the disembowelment of Rickard Santelli and his cabal. I don’t know why I have such pent up anger inside of me. Believe you me, it has nothing to do with some fucked up complex. I think this job makes me want to kill people. If I were to be a sanitation worker, or a goat herder, I’d probably be as happy as poor people on food stamps. Instead, I get to toil about the battlefield of capitalism, surveying the decaying corpses, dodging incoming scud missile attacks.
At any rate, on this day of drunken foolness, I’d like to offer a toast, an early one at that, to you, the bedraggled microbe reading this here blog. Without you, my life would be exponentially more interesting and enterprising. God only knows how much this site has set back my career. Oh, actually, I don’t need God to answer that for me. Let’s go ask Mrs. Fly what she thinks about all this?
One final note: I had an idea for a sitcom, one loosely based on my life. I wrote scene 1 and think it’s okay. I could probably do better; but I might share it with you soon to get some feedback.
Ciao
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Are you adding the comment “see here” when you converse w/ Mrs. Fly?
Sometimes I say “listen to me” before talking. She hates that
You need to make sure to say “hey” in a fairly gruff voice beforehand. That gets her attention so you can give the command (“listen to me”).
Give it a shot!
Try, “This is what I want you to know.” Or, “This is what you need to know.”
See if the hate level rises or falls.
On the microbe front, since I stopped eating sugary stuff, I also stopped drinking and I feel great. I’m not a fan of this down open. Happy Saint Patrick’s Day, boys!
She has really got you spinning a bit lately.
Ciao
you’ve been quoted again- http://www.marketwatch.com/story/hell-will-break-loose-if-fed-loses-patience-2015-03-17
I can’t help but always break a smile reading your missives. Thank you kindly.
Thx
I can hardy wait for the first episode.
Orson Welles needs to somehow narrate it. Audio splicing or something.
Tis is a day to drink lots of Guinness stout, setting aside that homosexual (no dolce and gabbana) craft beer nonsense …
So which actor would you want to play the Fly on the TeeVee sitcom?
Seinfeld could be a good one.
O bamo is Irish no ?
Our First Lady doesn’t seem to be enjoying the stout. I get the feeling she’s hard to please…
She wont even fly on the same airplane with him when they go to the same place. It will be interesting when history lets us know who was his Kerri Washington.
It’s likely “Kerri” was Reggie (not that there’s anything wrong with that)
Someone has to fulfill the Rikki santelli role. It’s good to have a screaming madman there.
For me, Guinness is a light beer, I mean, it is like 4% I think.
Less calories than a Bud heavy as well.
It is a light beer.
Dear Faces Of Short Sellers,
Prepare to be punched.
Fly, do you subscribe to the view that oil will fall to $20s and lower? How low do you think it’ll go?
Fly, lets get excited man. Fed will say some nice words tomorrow and SPX will rip. Get nice and long. Now. And don’t hate on Santelli. We must pity the fools. Cheers.