Good afternoon lads. I’m drinking Apple Jack’d today, cooking my world class winning stuffing. The bird nearly got burned and has blackened quite a bit, mostly because of the Apple Jack. But I think it’s still edible and even it weren’t, the Apple Jack will ensure that it is.
Moving on, I see European markets are being terrorized and our futures are down 162 points, which means you’ll be REKT tomorrow, rightfully so. I know what you’re thinking, “wait right there fucked face, don’t you move a muscle until you explain your TNA position.”
Fair point and I will explain it now.
When I was a wee lad my window used to face the front of the building where all of my friends played. When I was sick, I was tortured by the sounds of their laughter, pining to be out there swinging the bat and driving line drives into the faces of my best friends. Often times I’d trick my grandparents into thinking I was better and I’d head outside and play tag, manhunt, and all sorts of games.
I don’t like missing out on fun and get envious of other people partaking in hedonism, which I feel is my right by birth. As such, whenever a party breaks out, I try to gain exposure. My TNA purchase on Friday was a 10% position — but I still have 75% in cash. Ergo, when markets open for trade tomorrow and you’re there lamenting over being lamb’d into a margin out moron portfolio, find solace in knowing there are smarter men out there, like Le Fly, 75% cash, dressed to the nines, imbibed with the elegant vapors of Apple Jack.
Happy Thanksgiving and drink well.
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