Friday, October 10, 2008
The Day Trader 'Bag
Yes, it’s true, our economy is crashing around us. People are panicking, and mortages are doing something, and next thing you know, HoHos cost more.
But so long as there’s this pudwanker with a Yankees tatt above a Virgin Mary, there will be laughter. Oh yes.
Plus chin pubes thinner than a line of credit at Wachovia.
We are in the land of the Day Trader ‘Bag. Uberdouche by day at work. Uberdouche by night at play.
And a Blonde Maya Rudolph Chicka who wants me. Even through the glasses, I can tell.
