Not the most professional headline in the world and I am certain it wouldn’t bode over well with some of you more sensitive types. But I had to express my innermost animalistic tendencies, commingling 4 letter gutter talk with success in high finance.
You thought you were good, up until the point when you realized that someone like me existed — who effortlessly fulfilled the destiny of Ra’s al Ghul, destroying Florida, while making a fucktonne of money helping people rebuild and quench their thirst.
Observe.
I’m out of UVE — moving onto the next one — but still very much long FIZZ. From my vantage point, the people at Pepsi have a very easy decision to make. They could either remain the junk food kings — selling shit inside of garbage cans to kids in Mexico — or they can buyout FIZZ for $240 and repent for their fucking sins.
Markets are on blast off mode and I have little reason to sell my FAZ position — especially since banks are still screwed. I just thought I’d pop in here, amidst the celebrations and decadent lunches, to let you know that my first foray into discretionary trading in nearly 2 years has resulted in immense profit.
For some of us out there, it’s as simple as riding a tri-cycle.
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