I don’t really have anything to add here. Is there too much liquidity in the pipeline…and customers need to eat the finished goods? Do auditors really want to see their bonded positions? Let’s talk about TIP inflows…well sound the horn! (If you need to, don’t Google this one). BofA:Merrill Lynch = Bull:Bear? Never mind, we’re done here, WE’RE DONE HERE!
Up to this point, the entire blog has been written on a mobile phone (Sent from my tiny keyboard, please excuse any grammatical errors…as my hands type like a 7 year old’s on a keyboard assembled by a 5 year old’s). However, I may from time to time, going forward, from now on, occasionally use a keyboard and monitor as my hammer and sickle. Forgive me Reagan, some men just want to see the world burn.
For those of you who prefer a more wholesome, cleaner finish to the posting, please enjoy I Can’t Help Myself by The Four Tops.
This is your last chance. After this…there is no turning back. You take the oldies song, the story ends, you wake up in your bed and believe…whatever you want to believe. You take the photograph of the gratuitous and organically thriving fecal matter, you stay in Wonderland, and I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes…
Jackson. Fucking. Pollock.
You best be STOKED that I didn’t take an iPhone “Live Photo” of this thing because it was literally CRAWLING up the fucking porcelain. It took Adam 3.8 BILLION years to climb out of the primordial soup, slop up onto land, and fully erect. Based on third party observation of the bathroom door, it took this thing fewer than 15 MINUTES to transcend chemosynthesis entirely, develop an advanced set of lungs with exceedingly efficient oxygen-for-carbon dioxide exchange, and aggressively spring from the murk with reckless abandon.
Happy Thanksgiving! Shitter was full.
Today’s song of the day is a shout-out to the nineties, a time when, confusingly enough, presidential rape culture was out and Bill “Slick Willy” Clinton was in (source: 105th United States Congress). It’s Ghetto Supastar by Pras.
Many of you are familiar with the character of Ricky Bobby in Will Ferrell’s Talladega Nights:
Now what you may not know, may surprise you. In yesteryear, Ricky Bobby would ride with his homeboy, Bobby Mugabe. Today, it may all seem like ancient lore, but Bobby Mugabe still carries the remnants of his…checkered past:
You can’t escape your heritage, Bobby Mugabe:
It’s in your blood! Speaking of tradition, who’s excited for some turkey and stuffing this holiday? Nahhh. Fuck it. Turkey is consistently dry and tastes like dog shit, but, it’s the holidays, so
Well, I’m off to look at vacation packages. Oh shit! Half off on cruises from New Orleans to Puerto Rico…and following hurricanes Nate and Maria, I’m guessing you can find a cruise offering door-to-door service… or is that not funny yet?
And finally, I found the following license plate which reminded me of the FPS Doug video from back in the day:
Congratulations! You’ve put up with my locker room talk for an entire posting! A second song of the day is Moving Mountains by The Brevet.
May The Reagan be with you.
hey Hey HEY! I may have used this before but it’s a good one – today’s song of the day is Tunnel of Love by the Dire Straits. Unlike the Dire Straits love tunnel, which has seen little action since it’s release, Lynn Tilton’s has been on full display for pub(l)ic consumption. The section of readership knowledgeable on finance will be familiar with her antics. Here’s a photo for the rest of you:
Contrary to your initial reactions, this chick is all woman. Although her Wikipedia page raises some concerns on the matter:
I’m not so sure I’m ready to accept “TransCare” from the likes of Lynn (Lance?) Tilton. She’s a shifty one. When the SEC brought her in for questioning, it took four guys to finger her in the lineup. Imagine Tilton falling back into a pile of produce:
To steal a term from a close amigo, I’m loath to be the one to find the Sacajawea in Tilton’s canoe. If you do end up hopping into that monoxylon, remember to
And finally. I give you the greatest gift of all…American Flag contact lenses.
BACK THE FUCK OFF. She’s spoken for. Problem is… she’s stuck in the 1940’s and making me use a diaphragm. I keep arguing for a different contraceptive but I feel like I’m just banging my head against the wall. Write that down. Well that’s it for tonight, I’m off to buy the worlds trashiest/most baller couch:
And now something for my alcoholic dog lovers and alcoholic dogs (you know who you are, Irish setters):
Today’s song of the day is Rocket Man by Elton John. I dedicate this to Kim Jung UNOOOOOO!!!!
Throw him in the main stream.
Check it, frozen spicy rice from TJ’s, chicken, tomato soup, goat cheese, and some seasonings. Make it in bulk and it lasts days!
And for my finance friends boning up on their ampersands and abbreviations:
Nah, candidly, I opened this thing and it was painfully amateur. I’d rather pinch my nugget pouch in a DVD case than read another page.
Today’s song of the day is Baba O‘Riley by The Ghost of Paul Revere. (The alternative video by the same band is arguably a better sound). LOOK AT THAT VIEW COUNT! ADMIRE MY APPRECIATION FOR OBSCURE, UNDERGROUND ARTISTS?!?
AAAAAYYYYYYY-OOOH!!! This morning, someone brought the following article to my attention:
He mentioned that the fire chief and his men were pulling straws to see who could go fight the fire. I can imagine the firefighters now.
No, in all fairness, these pot wildfires are no laughing matter and the men and women going in there are right to be hesitant to rush in. Like Bonnie Tyler, we need a hero. We need a fire chief who’s not afraid to brave the carbon monoxide and THC fumes. We need
Today’s song of the day is I Don’t Like by Chief Keef.
Ah, October 10th. Happy ten, ten, ten, twenty on yo titties, bitch. Today’s song of the day is Rack City by Tyga. Shout out to Mr. Rose.
However, after two hours of slamming my clam hammer balls deep into an industry overview, I realized that today’s song of the day has to be Back Dat Azz Up by Juvenile. Brought to you by the definitely Americans and certainly not Indians good people at IBISWorld:
Where they missed a real opportunity to show rather than tell:
I came across this photo of a sandwich while doing market research at work. Who else can lift a wet towel right now?