The month of May is a very somber one for the drug addicts in the financial services business. It’s bitter-sweet, actually. It marks the period of the year when you actively cheat on your spouses, run about the Hamptons with cocaine in your noses, and drink yourselves into a coma. On the other hand, you also get smoked in the stocked market.
You’ve managed to stumble over so much cash these past 10 years that performance no longer matters. Your lives are absolutely meaningless, literally. You are devoid of culture, pride, and most of all: decorum.
May 10,000 snakes descend upon you and bite your faces off.
As for me, I am readily toiling away, like a commoner, only with a 155 IQ.
Stocks sold off today, so everyone is crazy in the face. Not me. “The Fly” is a stone forrest of resolve, one that is prepared by the laws of nature to withstand any idiotic barrage set forth upon his domain.
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The Devil has a summer lair in the Hamptons. I find it hard to imagine he would cavort with the lot you’ve described.
The Devil does exactly that, AND MORE.
Isn’t that why he’s the Devil? He cavorts with drunk drug-addled degenerate demons who have meaningless lives and have no culture, pride or decorum.
I miss the devil. He was crap at blogging but he had his pulse on the market. Extra third eye tingle.
my third eye was a little premature.
Jordan Spieth better get hair plugs installed on the back of his head, or he will soon be looking like Scott Walker (negative Yarmulke).