One year ago, this website was buzzing with inbound links from other craven, vulture like, finance websites–bearing witness to “The Fly” being taken down a few notches. Each and every blog I penned was accompanied by 50-200 comments, most of which were authored by peasant fuckheads who only came to see my BALs (big ass losses). These people are all but dead now, annihilated by my dominance and winship.
Fast forward one year to the day and I am literally bowling on you fuckers, screaming higher and dragging your faces across the pavement from the back of my pick up truck.
Check this out. This is how 2015 ends: Fly manning in his orbital space cannon (OSC), drinking a 40 ounce of malted liquor, burning down your houses and shit. You can’t stop me, son; you can only hope to contain me.
I punch your fucking heads off and see your entire body move rapidly through the ropes. The crowd screams “KNOCKOUT!” and the referee pull out a 45 magnum and fires six shots into your head to end the contest.
“Fly wins again. Fly wins again. Fly wins again.”
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