Broken Wings

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I have been traveling since Thursday (I’m usually active enough that people can’t tell, so I didn’t make a big stink about it this time), but it is sort of like blogging with one arm tied behind my back.

Anyway, the retard-o-thon of the fake “market” continues unabated, although virtually all of my 36 shorts are profitable (they were 36 for 36 earlier in the day, but the idiot government-funded fucktards stepped in). Anyway, one of these shorts is Buffalo Wild Wings, purveyors of fried, sticky-sauced garbage to the grotesque American palate and our morbidly obese lower-middle class. I suspect they, like everything else out there, is doomed, sooner or later.

Have a nice day.