Lehman Brothers Last Dance...
Another Dallas... another Dallas!
Load up on Puts.
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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Hey Uncle Hay, it's cousin Jeff. I've been away, hiding from the Greenpeace activists who keep circling my bunghole with their "Save the Whales" boats. Seems there's an inordinate amount of emmissions from my orafice that are contributing to global tepidness. In the meantime, I've written a screenplay entitled, "Crouching Dee, Hidden Pee" which chronlicles the New Adventures of My WeeWee.
goodness, you are still alive uncle?
You are becoming more like an algorithm these days...
what has happened though to gimpydumptruck?
regards,
timeless wavelength
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