I just got done eating supper. I made steamed lemon sole in a fish veloute sauce. With the fish were some sautéed potatoes and English peas. I eat my peas every single time, even when they taste bad. In my case, as is always true when I am cooking, the peas were very good.
After a supper like that, I’m still hungry and will probably make some coffee to cessate my appetite.
I just wanted to log on tonight to remind you that you’re an idiot if you sold stocks today, even dumber if you sold short. I have a lot of theories on life and people, and they’ve been evolving quite a bit in recent years. I no longer wish to wantonly insult anyone, since it serves no purpose other than to enjoy laughter of the superfluous nature. As a man who is rapidly aging and becoming quite odious, I do not believe a person, such as myself, should enjoy superfluous laughter. I try to read a lot, never science fiction rubbish or motivational FAGbooks. I only read the classics, harkening back to an era when I was supposed to be born. Now I have to deal with transgenders running around cutting dicks off. It’s absolutely maddening.
I have some of this Eventbright, ticker EB, and some of this gorilla monkey shit, SVMK, alongside a fuckload of SAAS stocks. Listen to me now, if you’re not spending 75% of your time formulating a plan to profit off SAAS, you’re wasting time and energy.
I think I’ll log the fuck off now. Not much to say anymore. Just try to remember that you’re as stupid now as the day you were born, same goes with your wife, parents, and most certainly your kids.
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I watched several sole cut, skinned and dissected today. Flat fish. Bottom feeders, yet charming in their own way.
Fly what era would you go back to if you could
Life sure was good when America was whiter and “reverse racism” wasn’t so unbearable. But, hey, at least we have President Donald John Trump now and the world finally stopped laughing at us once and for all.
1890s or 1920s
1890s or 1920s
No indoor plumbing…lots of bugs. 🙁
Le Fly’s identity has been revealed as Owen Wilson’s character in Midnight in gay Paris, not that there’s anything wrong with that
Fly, I imagine you to be more of a Pickwickian.
If you haven’t read Dickens’ Pickwick Papers, do yourself a favor, I beg.
“Gorilla monkey shit”
I’m commandeering that…add it to my conversations with my sons.