The forlorn supplication of an otherwise group of despisable people has reached the lurid stages of entertainment. This coming from a person, such as myself, whose entire life was dedicated towards the annihilation of such a cadre of individuals has made the recent ebullience in markets all the more ravenous to me. Not only on the sideline, but also short and long bonds, my ‘sitting out’, as some might call it, is a riotous act of supreme comedy.
Whenever downcast about your mode of living, always remember the long days of 2016 when “The Fly” had been cracked asunder under a Kafkaesque bureaucratic style of miserabilism — one only matched by Hillbots storming the streets, burning them down, because a pussy grabbing orange clown had stolen the election.
Many of the frog faces here, traversing the comments section of iBankCoin, are my sworn enemies. But, and as vaudeville as this might seem, sacrifices must be made in order to right the ship of SS Titanic Fly. Even though the prisons of iBC are replete and over-brimming with criminals of a deranged type, the sordid type of person that you’d want to hit upon seeing, I have no choice but to free everyone from their chains and to permit the zoo animals to run freely about the site again.
Christmas has come early this year.
For whatever reason, iBC is an obstreperous place of recalcitrant assholes. Often times I feel like I’ve slept in a barn all night, discussing politics and the markets with drunken and retarded sheep and horses.
There is an ineradicable hostility in the country that I intend to harness and propel my person to new heights with. In the meantime, all prisoners inside of iBC’s facilities, dubbed Black-Fag-Box (no racism), will be released shortly.
God speed.
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