I was over here, clapping like a fucking seal, due to some of my stocks bucking the trend, going up while the market knifed lower. That was 2pm. At the bell, I am taking sticks out of my eyes, as these motherfucking bastard stocks nail me to my beliefs, sacking my coin as if I were some rich old lady in a dark alley.
Cocksuckers, we’re on the other side of the mountain now and I fucking saw it coming, like a little league curveball that just doesn’t break. I could have easily invested my 15% cash position into 3x levered etf’s, giving me a cool 45% hedge. Instead, I sort of just punched the walls and slapped the cats (just kidding, I only throw cats out of windows).
I don’t want to talk about stocks anymore, since I have, clearly, missed out on this inflection point. I am pissed the fuck off and will convert this website into a “rent-a-clown” destination, where readers can rent out a clown for their kids parties or weddings.
Despite not knowing any tricks, I’ll come to your wedding, dressed as “BOZO the BALL BREAKER,” where I will magically punch the groom in his balls and slap the old people around with shrimp cocktails.
As you can see by my tone, I am in a pleasant mood today. I just love having to dig myself out of graves; it makes for great sport.
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