IF YOU THINK YOU’RE STOPPING ME — YOU BELIEVE IN FICTION

HERE HERE.

It is a Friday and I don’t need to be doing this; but I am doing it anyway. I have nothing to prove to the world at my ancient age. I’ve been around, more or less, for the past thousand years — trading to and fro — having a grand old time on these internets in recent years. Some of you are GIGANTIC faggots and some of you aren’t. But one thing you all share in common is this notion, this far-flung theory, that you can stop me. This theft of honesty is, frankly, alarming.

Into the teeth of a short weekend, I stepped in and bought YEXT. Yes, indeud. Gaze at the chart and fucking tell me it isn’t heading straight for $20 — like a cock into condom.

Also, I bought BILI back, higher from whence I sold it — because Chinese video streaming is nuts. Look at IQ. Look at HUYA.

I teach you these things, my methods, because I am a generous man. You should thank me for being very nice, and very beautiful, believe me.