I swear to God, someone is fucking manipulating this thing. That’s the only possible explanation. It’s all those people stuck with Amaranth positions trying to support the front so they can unload the back. Motherfucking shitheads. Well two can play at that game…
Line up some bids…
“YOURS!”
Sweep that shit down.
These people have no idea what’s about to hit them. They are going to taste their own medicine. For size. Taste it bitches!
“Yours! Yours! I’ll double. One hundred? One hundred done. I’ll do more. Where’s your bid? Where’s your fucking bid man? I am going to fucking crush this thing. One hundred more? Fuck this Little League bullshit, I’ll do one thousand. Yes, a thousand contracts. Done. Done. Two thousand? Fuck. Geez. Yeah, I know I don’t usually do size like this but that doesn’t mean I can’t. Yours!”
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Christ. This thing just swallowed my 5,000 contracts and comes back like Oliver looking for more poridge. It didn’t move a fucking tick. What the fuck is going on?
What the fuck did I just do?
What the fuck did I just do?
Um, posted something meant for some internal site to Goldstein’s blog?
Otherwise, I don’t know. It looks like English, but it doesn’t make any sense. Are you a hybrid? Is God talking through you?
I invested in amaranth coins, because Bill O’Reilly told me to.
I’m with Angie the angry lesbian. I don’t really understand these posts or enjoy pointless cursing. Not that I am against cursing mind you. It’s like having your ass waxed. You save those moments for when the time is right…..
I’m with Angie the angry lesbian.
Wasn’t she a Sesame Street character? Or am I becoming unstuck in time again?