There is no need for “The Fly” aka “Senor Tropicana” aka “Old Man Killa” aka “Plutonium Petey” (my name is not Petey) to risk his assets. He already won.
I’ll have you know, whether you appreciate it or not, I have mountains of capital gains, thus far. Moreover, I don’t need your advice.
I know that came out of left field, in a very unsolicited/assholish type of way; but it’s true.
The banks have vomited all over themselves, and I have not. At this juncture, I have decided to start covering my bank shorts, even though I feel they go lower. In order to save myself the hassle of posting egregious “Fly Buy/Sell” blogs, consider this post your fucking memo.
From [[PACW]] to [[BBT]], I have had my fill. It’s time for me to move on, retire, and open up an old man walking cane factory. Sadly enough, I believe many of those “old man canes” will be faulty, causing millions of elderly men to fall down multiple flights of stairs.
Upon reading this post, I am sure many of you “cup fuckers” will cry foul. You will say: “Hmmbbahh grafggh jaromba kalalaka.”
Just know, “The Fly” doesn’t speak your caveman dialect, nor does he wish to visit your home for a fine Chardonnay.
Top picks: short [[MXB]], short [[CLF]]
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