The market is never, ever, ever going to go down. The best part of this market is knowing young punks, like many of your friends, are disinterested in the market. They’d rather snort cocaine and chew on viles of crack cocaine all day, instead of becoming a gentleman of ‘extreme vigor and substance.’
Listen to me. You’re embarrassing yourselves, at this stage in the game. “The Fly” reigns supreme over you ham and eggers and has a violent streak in him to track you down, isolate you, then toss you into a flaming volcano.
As an aside, I am pre-ordering Ben “smoking blunts while saving the planet” Bernanke’s new book, a memoir of sorts. It’s the least I can do, considering he saved the country and all.
Bottom line: you’re playing yourself and everything you’ve ever known about stocks is wrong. Very simply, fall in under the umbrella of my winship and embrace the fortitude that is extended to me by the Gods, both old and new.
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