Sunday, September 02, 2007
The North Won; Now Vote
Returning home from my weekend beach escape, I'm in a fairly good mood, despite dealing with the fucking traffic games on the expressway.
As you know, Boomer has blogged his face off this weekend, offering stories of amazement, real music video's (not to be confused with the crap I play) and "wonderful" places to eat--should you find yourself lost in Elvis Country, USA.
In short, I am somewhat pleased with his efforts, despite numerous grammatical errors and outrageous claims of psychic abilities.
Which brings me to the next topic and question's:
A. How is it possible that none of you biscuit eating, banjo playing, butter licking fucktards found time to put your mint julep down to yell "bullshit," when our weekend blogger "balled up" with claims of psychic induced YHOO purchases-- buying it "time fucked cheap" @ $9.37?
What the fuck?
Then, he said "I sold it @ $50, just like my dream said." (pardon the paraphrase)
Fuck me twice.
B. Did YHOO ever trade @ $9.37, back in the dot com days? I mean, I remember that fucker being priced in the 20's and do not think it went down to the 9's. Naturally, split adjusted, the stock was lower than $1, but never @ $9-- until the dot coms blew the fuck up.
However, I could be wrong.
In short, I like Boomer. He placates all of you sausage eating, hot, hot coffee drinking corn can fuckers. However, should his lotto ticket story (you know, with the dream) turn out to be false, "The Fly" might have to go down South, in his rented pick-up truck-- and litter his city with filthy Dunkin' Donut cups.
Now go vote.
Should I "shitcan" Boomer?
As you know, Boomer has blogged his face off this weekend, offering stories of amazement, real music video's (not to be confused with the crap I play) and "wonderful" places to eat--should you find yourself lost in Elvis Country, USA.
In short, I am somewhat pleased with his efforts, despite numerous grammatical errors and outrageous claims of psychic abilities.
Which brings me to the next topic and question's:
A. How is it possible that none of you biscuit eating, banjo playing, butter licking fucktards found time to put your mint julep down to yell "bullshit," when our weekend blogger "balled up" with claims of psychic induced YHOO purchases-- buying it "time fucked cheap" @ $9.37?
What the fuck?
Then, he said "I sold it @ $50, just like my dream said." (pardon the paraphrase)
Fuck me twice.
B. Did YHOO ever trade @ $9.37, back in the dot com days? I mean, I remember that fucker being priced in the 20's and do not think it went down to the 9's. Naturally, split adjusted, the stock was lower than $1, but never @ $9-- until the dot coms blew the fuck up.
However, I could be wrong.
In short, I like Boomer. He placates all of you sausage eating, hot, hot coffee drinking corn can fuckers. However, should his lotto ticket story (you know, with the dream) turn out to be false, "The Fly" might have to go down South, in his rented pick-up truck-- and litter his city with filthy Dunkin' Donut cups.
Now go vote.
Should I "shitcan" Boomer?
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YHOO traded at that price for 3 weeks during 2001:
1-Oct-01 8.70 11.59 8.45 10.35 19,282,500 5.18
24-Sep-01 9.09 10.04 8.02 8.81 19,429,300 4.41
10-Sep-01 10.73 12.35 8.50 8.68 25,330,700 4.34
1-Oct-01 8.70 11.59 8.45 10.35 19,282,500 5.18
24-Sep-01 9.09 10.04 8.02 8.81 19,429,300 4.41
10-Sep-01 10.73 12.35 8.50 8.68 25,330,700 4.34
Yes, but that's post crash.
The stock never proceeded to trade to $50, since then.
Har, har, har.
Robster too much. Eat chicken.
The stock never proceeded to trade to $50, since then.
Har, har, har.
Robster too much. Eat chicken.
Fly, was that you I saw fraternizing with the enemy, Kass, in E Hampton?
Maybe his dream told him to short YHOO at 50 & cover @ 9.37.
I give him a thumbs up. Waaay up.
Maybe his dream told him to short YHOO at 50 & cover @ 9.37.
I give him a thumbs up. Waaay up.
See my last post, above this one. It was '02.
30-Sep-02 10.38 10.38 9.30 9.39 17,349,400 4.70
23-Sep-02 9.58 10.82 8.94 10.58 21,964,600 5.29
16-Sep-02 10.46 10.68 9.40 9.75 10,399,400 4.88
9-Sep-02 9.63 11.10 9.52 10.46 17,454,800 5.23
3-Sep-02 10.04 10.08 9.14 9.94 22,431,400 4.97
30-Sep-02 10.38 10.38 9.30 9.39 17,349,400 4.70
23-Sep-02 9.58 10.82 8.94 10.58 21,964,600 5.29
16-Sep-02 10.46 10.68 9.40 9.75 10,399,400 4.88
9-Sep-02 9.63 11.10 9.52 10.46 17,454,800 5.23
3-Sep-02 10.04 10.08 9.14 9.94 22,431,400 4.97
Shitcan him?
Did you drive home drunk?
You'll be lucky if he doesn't perform one of them thar populist coup da titties.
Did you drive home drunk?
You'll be lucky if he doesn't perform one of them thar populist coup da titties.
Geezzzz... Them 'dar biscuits must be worse them 'dar donuts for ya. Trans-fat free yankees can laugh at Southern fried pie-in-the-sky, music with 3 cords, and god's spellin' it out sayin' like it is, "I'm singin' my soul out 'cause I can't make no coin no other way". Let Boomer go back to dreamin' and report back some other day about what's real, not what's past.
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