Since getting a job is so difficult, they woke up one day just to log on. Society's to blame they claim, not one can argue this, who can find a fault? The dream of a trade, the score of your life, never appear on your 19". Parents be damned, their money is a cinch, 'till you turned 30, live at home, no wife. Maybe your twelve with much time to spare, a keyboard and mouse replace ball and glove. Your not out searching for life's one true love, your at Elite trading thoughts with the squares. So go on, continue, type all your tripe, there are 'nough like you to give you a fight. Maybe they'll join you in your childish plight,...just know that like you their dreams are down the pipe. -Rosy Atluk
Can you see? The market is making an ass of me. All those trips In private planes Are far away and down in flames. All my money is down the tube. I feel just like Janet's boob. Lucky