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Stuff it bakkin yo paints, whate boy! We be not impress wid whut de lacks uh yew annat jewboy Bercrakkie dun tooda 'conomy! Fo long alla y'alls gwine be partada cash 'conomy lack moi! Y'all be trine ta tekk ma spess onna stritt cornah way fum me ta sell appials!

Bin you'd a watchin', you'da seed dat de sco' be thuttyfo' fo' an' twennyto agin yesd'y atternoon. Din all's a suddin, de yas gwines ter fittyto. (Dat be et-teen vote mo'.) Suspiricious like. Ah tinks et-teen a-lee-ass done skrewered de sadistics! Dass jist ma 'pinion. But hoo hear gots dat...

Dokker High-Diggah, you's bein' a on-to-low-gician an' all, ah be tinkin' mebbe yo' wants ta no whut de real coun' be heah. Ah knows hows menny be de alley-asses done voted "yas"! Yo' be askin' nice-like, mebbe ah be tellin'. An nes time, doan be so shua yo' be gittin' de strate dope on ET...

Ah be two bizy laffin mah blak ass off at dose pimply ass white boys surklejerkin round old Spydie ovah inna Jernels ta mess wid you-uns! Dey be pontifecatin an failin ta transverse an lookin fo greased-assians alla day long! Whatta serkus! You tinkin dis tread be sattire? It be fattire! Doan yo...

Ah kin tell y'all, an' dat be ALL y'all, causin ah emptys de trash cayuns at de Commodeity Frickin' Tirading Condition, dat de numbah one tink dey lookin' fo' on the ET be the de-letion uv treads wid enny sahn uv 'telli-gent sat-tire. Yo sco's gwine be 100 shoatly. Ah kin 'dentify uppards o'...

Chien qui tonne, H. Plecostomus is Shamhat to ET. He has no need of credentials, of awards, of fame, of followers, of testimonials, of subterfuge to achieve his goals. The mere reading of him accomplishes his goals. He devours the entrails of the subverted in PMs. He is Qayyafa to their trading...

Look up The Stochastics Thread by Grob109. All of your questions will be answered.

Automation? Smaughtomation! Doan need no faincy shit. Tekk taday, that fat fishbref Hypo done gone harin' off onna wild goosing chase! Leve us lone widdout knowin' how start he damn codes! Dat Jack's son, he no dam good, off preachin' ta a pig, tryin' fuck it, no dout. An Doaks? Behind he 8-ball...

Strategy? Fategy! Lemme give yo white boyz some street smart. Market ain' no bitch, she a HO! You doan believe? Look how many pimp she got. Magazine say, "Doan have big house? Pretty bitch? Fast car? You NUTHIN'!" Nuther say, "Dis simple fiffy year ole maff a street urchin kin calc'late in...

Speaking of forgetting, this thread is forgetting that Victor Sperandeo's favorite psychoanalytic theorist was Karen Horney. Her belief was that the intolerability of childhood trauma leads us to create an alternate personality which is capable of dealing with the trauma either aggressively...

Does "trading" mean "chit-chat" in Chinese? I predict the swift subduction today of this thread to where it belongs.

Oh, pu-leeze! Multiple aliases are like multiple orgasms. The girl can't help it!

Take it outside punky white boys, an let us keep OT. Sounds to me Starz like you have quantified what Jack Hershey call a rocket if you can ride it for 45 minits. If you dont already know him you should look im up. But I disagree is too complicated. Is like Elder three screen system. Dont need...

I hate to rain on yo' self-absorb ofay par-tee, but it look ta Cassie lak crude (da sweet light kind) done shown mo' trend respect dan yo' precious NQ. Yo' is in fo a world o' hurt this wintah!

Jack, just one little admonition. Re "getting posts dumped", unless you are a Coinz, that just doesn't happen here because it's all fodder for the psych cannon, grist for the auto-analytic mill. I advise you to put all detractors on "ignore" so that everyone else can enjoy them but you won't be...

...yo be hangin shoat! Dey no put JACK inna cat, an I be clear dan he. Modda-rata, jes yo wate! Ah goan takit step ba step. Splain da spredd, sin-kro-nissty, breakout (ah do dat oncea munth), failya ta traversse, dry up (who unnastan dat bettern a gull?), voodoo (dat VERY dry up), faith in...

O alla Jack wisdem, de fuss, ah be thinkin, be dat dey be fo o at mos five tren inna day. Enny boddy tink dis not de fussed lessen? Enny boddy tink dis not tru? Be nice. Lessin yo name Geronimo Goldberg, an yo gotta bank ballince long as yo middle fingah, ah not be payin yo no nevahmind! We goan...

Ah no, yo be thinkin thiss jes annutha dumbbass Hypostopus thredd. Not so, and be barren wid me an ah be tellin yo WHY! Da fat boy, ever nite he gedda shuggah high, an he get up bout 3AM an get on line. I be thinkin, dat fatass be talkin his girl fren! But no. He be talkina YOU. White boys...

I don't care if the sun becomes the Jolly Green Giant, BrokerBaby still needs an attitude adjustment. Posting silliness like that. Like, it's T&A that count, not his F&A crapola. I mean, get real.

So the sun becomes a brown dwarf and all of BrokerBoy's atavistic descendents freeze their tushes off whimpering in the dark. The market is a game, a distraction, a frivolity, compared to really bad news like no oil to make the plastic diet coke bottles fat boy sucks on.