so- you got a problem with me? i like to speak my mind- like i will do for you now: --you are cynical just so you know and really, like i care what someone who all he does is post on ET over 1000 times cause he can't trade says on an anonymous message board. i can make $$, you probably struggle to break even. it's comical....
Hey, don't take it personally. It isn't your fault you are a bigot and a misfit. Nor that you can only express yourself with profanity and ignorance. Not everyone has command of the english language. It is not your fault you are a moron. You were born that way. Just fate. Relax. Enjoy yourself. Then go out and find someone to beat up. That will make you feel better.
"Small people talk about people... Average people talk about things... Great people talk about ideas... " Can we please stop talking about other people (when it only serves to insult them?) (my edit/erase button is getting sore) Thanks.
Great people talk about ideas, average people talk about things, and small people talk about wine. Fran Lebowitz
And this you know how? Look pal, everyone here that has read your poison, including the moderators know what you are. I don't need to defend myself to you. You want to think I am a loser? Fine! Same thing you said about that guy you wanted to beat up in Colorado. Everyone but you is a loser. Let's leave it at that.
Where do you live? I live in Beverly Hills in a mansion, no... I gotta place on the Italian Riviera... no, the Spanish Riviera... no, wait- the French Riviera... hold it... I just bought Gates' house, bastard didn't want to throw in the cars though, yeah... that's the ticket. How old are you? Twenty-eight, I'm a prodigy. Do you trade? Trade? Ho ho, boy do I ever trade. Buffett calls me for tips and I'm not talkin' Jimmy either. What do you trade if you do trade? Millions of shares, no wait... millions of dollars a day, no wait- an hour... gold, silver, platinum, rials, shekels, Euros, equities, inequities... I buy and sell whole countries.... I'm a prodigy I tell ya. Are you still a virgin? Oh no. I get laid quite often, no, I mean all the time... wait... I have that basketball player's record beat. I introduced him to all those girls... yeah. Are you male or female or undecided? Well, let me check... Whoa!!! Definitely a boy! Do you have any family? Family? Royalty... yeah, that's the ticket and I'm talking Elizabeth in London. Friends (ok, forget friends, I know some things are impossible). Friends? I got friends. I'm buddies with Cher and Greg. Why even Duane calls me up for guitar advice, no wait, he's not around, uh... Butch, I give him bass lessons, no wait he's not around either... Hendrix.... yeah, uh, no wait... Spielberg! Yeah, Steve... gets all his creative ideas from me, yeah, that's the ticket.
OK Max. Very good. You addressed all the questions with straightforward and honest answers. So now we all know what we really need to know about you. Thank you so much. It was very informative. More than I could have hoped for. You and Smokey_mcpaat make a great pair. You can do the thinking, and he can do the writing. He is so eloquent. You are the idea man, and he knows all the profanity to express your well conceived thoughts. And he can beat up people you guys don't agree with, and if you play your cards right, you can make a little extra spending money betting on his physical prowess. What a formidable alliance! Have fun! Peace, rs7
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