Gonna short the Fuck out of Fucking Visteon (VC)
Yankees tickets 40 dollars... beer and cotton candy... 20 dollars... hotdogs and sausauge...20 dollars... hoping to die peacefully in my sleep, asap... fucking priceless...
My Great Father and Mentor picked pieces of me off the Autumn Laden streets of Manhattan at the turn of the Millenium, and with unconditional love, he sewed and stitched endlessly till I reached a dynamic relative measure of perfection. I am now a Porcelain Doll named Lockheed HayHeeHoo Macedon with potent insight on macroeconomics.
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