Alas, the ancient spirits I called upon struck down those trying to plague me with demons (extra Ed Dowd). Despite underperforming for the day, “The Fly” is aggressively expanding his sphere of influence–fully funded by capital markets.
Nearing +26% for the year, it is safe to say that I am outstripping you again, yes? If you were to lose a home run hitting contest against Babe Ruth or a boxing exhibition against Clubber Lang, you wouldn’t be ashamed, would you? Of course not. You’d chalk it up to the old college try and accept the fact that you lost to the very best in the respective fields. The same rules apply here, mates. Whether it be at a game of capital markets or blog writing contest, SeƱor Tropicana will always win, in the end.
I like the way this day is shaping up. Bears are getting fucking DEEBO’d and my gains are plastic manning into the final hours of trade.
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