Poor brainwashed kid. Willing victim of slave labor
Fuck recycling. You tree hugging dipshits can separate the plastics from the wood; I throw everything in one big disgusting bag, so that the slobs, better known as “garbage men,” can pick it up for me and toss it in their filthy trucks. Trust me, I’m not being [...]
iBankCoin is not your average website. One does not come here and forget the name or the people that blog here, who in fact LAY WASTE to the fucking garbage on other sites.
Every morning, I rip out my beating heart, from my chest, dripping with blood, and put it into the site. By no [...]
It always intrigues me to witness social hierarchies, live and in action, especially of the foreign variety. I am talking about how Brazilians look at people from Uruguay, Japanese at Philippines or how the Northern Masters of the United States look at the Southern rednecks. In this particular instance, I witnessed sheer belligerency of the [...]
Earlier this morning, while reading the paper in the backyard, I saw a giant crumb moving on one of the pavers. After further inspection, I discovered it was a little fucking ant, carrying a gigantic crumb to some egregious ant clan, or whatever the fuck those pesky vermin like to call home. I admired the [...]
During the trough of the 2002 market decline, a broker at an old firm (reputable, internationally recognized investment bank) of mine came dressed to work in basketball jerseys and slippers, whenever the fuck he felt like it. No kidding, this fucker was out of control, mainly because his dick swung low, doing massive monthly production, [...]
It was hot, blistering summer morning, in the year of our Lord 1999. I was dressed in my best navy blue suit, yellow tie, shiny— as tits in water— shoes. I hopped onto my morning train, iced coffee in one hand, Wall Street Journal in another. Life was grande.
After an hour of smelling homeless people [...]
