In the words of a true legend, Leonard Dykstra, “I made cash, bro, all thanks to my cashmere, dude. It was the fucking cashmere (fart) that made the market go up.”
Contrary to what you may think, I do not like all of the giddy, school girl shit, which is infused into current market sentiment. Eventually, the magic carpet will be taken from you lucky bastards,absconding all of your principal with it.
However, until that day comes, I will enjoy, with great vigor and tenacity, kicking you idiot bearshitters, into large murderholes, whereby your carcasses will be devoured by rogue robot crocodiles.
For the day, I made coin. You should be concerned with the affairs of “The Fly,” for he is way out of your league. Just know, my gains reach close to 30%, year to date, and my book of business has never been better.
Tonight, I intend to dine on a 2 1/2 inch ribeye, medium, heavily salted, lightly peppered—washed down with a fine Bordeaux.
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