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.