Fly on WallStreet

Special Update:

Unbeknownst to "The Fly," Crude Broker posted his stock picks, just prior to this fucktarded post. If "The Fly" was familiar with the emotion called compassion, he'd apologize. However, since that is not the case, I give you "elections."

In my opinion, Crude's last post is worth perusing and should get him votes. With oil above $70 per barrel, and the prospect of devastating hurricanes knocking supply offline, it makes sense leaving a weekend blogger, who is well versed in oil stocks, on board. You know, just to hash things out for me.

However, as you know, this blog was not created to make "sense." If it was, I wouldn't waste my fucking time, talking to imbeciles, in the first place.

End of Special Update

Although I had fun, sifting through Crude Broker's numerous grammatical, spelling and syntax errors, he failed to honor the first rule of Fly's house.

When you come here, bring your fucking A game. Which means: prior to posting long, tedious, meaningless, posts, you better make sure it can make me money. Thus far, I have lots of red ink on my monitor, yet no stock pick.

Now, I know it's hard to compete with a man who is known for entertaining space aliens with magic tricks, but take a swing fucker. Even the worst hitter can knock one out, every once in a while.

So, if "Crude Fucker" fails to give me a God damned stock pick, within the next hour (12am eastern, aka the only time zone that counts), he will join Ducati in the shitcan of the internets.

Time is ticking.

UPDATE: My "calculator brain" just informed me that "time doesn't tick." Actually, old, stupid clocks tick.

So, the old, stupid clock is ticking.

NOTE: In the event Crude gives a stock pick, "elections" will begin, shortly thereafter.

NOTE II: Elections have begun. Should I shitcan Crude Broker?