TBG - Wait for me! I was about to fall off the end of the thread. Bloody hell it's a tough life hanging out around here. If Ince thread isn't unravelling, CDMA is coming apart at the seems to be like that anyway. Righto. Just who is panicking [good spelling - I no it has an extra k in it] over the market crunch?
Get tough guys [girls aren't allowed in this club are they?]. This is the start of the big moment we have waited for. Count the screams of suffering margin meeters as they sell out into the stampede. Mr Sherrie, c'mon boy, no more Mr Woolly Woofter, the Ewe-man. It's Rocket Man Rick. Leap the boundaries of Silly Con Investor. Assert your individuality. Be not bound by the Laws of Loral or the Wails of the Woebetide. Step right up.
Wow! This is great. A couple of Sherries and I think I'm Wordsworth. No! No! No! Sir Rick. I mean Sherry as in Portugal. Ramseys the one [another unfortunate name - no doubt related to the Egyptian Ramses, who I believe is now immersed in the Aswan lake], who can explain my Sherry addiction to Ewe. [On a cold winter nite, Sherry gives one a warm glow of pleasure though I guess there is nothing new in that to Sherrie's Stallion]. My kayak never made it past the Solomon Islands on the way to Honolulu for the GOOFI Inaugural Meeting.
What with whacking the Hornet nest, philosophizing with the Xicos [Well, GOOFImaster Michael, it might have been brief but it is the thought that counts] and trying to read many mellifluous but meretricious media between investing in unobtainium and developing epithelial cell membrane electromagnetic mayhem moderators I have been a little busy.
Goofloops abound, margins maraud, Sir Rick is back in town. Z dog zzzzzzzz's.
But meanwhile, Tane rumbles deep in the earth as his Taniwha swims nearer the surface, perhaps to leap upon the land once more and thrash his enormous tail o'er the surface of the world, wreaking havoc e'r it smites.
Manana
Maurice
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