Making Moves into the Bell

I kicked out of my entire CYBR position for a huge fucking win. I did it after one of my urinal shadows warned me to “never look a gift horse in the face twice.” I heeded this advice and with some of the proceeds, I started a new position in QLYS.

I’m Papa Giorgio motherfuckers, big into software and things of that nature.

I have it in me to do triple digits this year, now up 31% for the year in a flat-fucking-tape. I’m embarrassing the lot of you, quite frankly.

Some of you like to handicap your inabilities to find up stocks through leveraged ETFs. You do this, along with cutting losses at 2%, because you’re over-churning pikers who are without religion, uninitiated, hucksters about the internets. I do this shit for real, good and the bad–all on display for the world to see. Last year I shot myself out from carnivale cannons in a display of grotesque depravity, booking heinous losses. This year, I’ve nearly made them all back, on my way to new all-time highs, which in turn will enable me to buy new things and partake in new adventures–all the while your fat head bobbles about the dinner table over a plate of beans.