It does not escape me, you clever old Conjoined Mind, that your calls are artfully vague. Price will "advance?" Up? Down? "The trend will begin"?...
I'm putting in my MOO order for Saturday as I type. Later, if you are really nice to me, I will show you the comparison of NQ, ES and 6E that I...
Not that anybody gives a shit, but here is the corrected count. Is this turning into Hershey mentors Cibiades?
Thanks for the clarifuckation. Will change 9:30 to 9:35 to bar 0.
Unless and until he keeps it simple, I really can't tell because I don't want to wade through the blow-by-blow. Clinically speaking, Jack is as...
I will say one thing for a five minute decision cycle. I get 78 near-five-minute opportunities to surf porn, take a piss, take a shit, try to get...
Try simplicity (I'll grant you the fucking bar count if you can't tell time at your age): "End of Bar ##, short at ####.##." Spare me the reasons....
Oh, I give up. Here's the fucking bar count added.
Why do you perversely insist on using the bar count? Can't you see the time? If it's all part of the jumbo-mumbo to confuse the issue, I get it....
Well, this is awkward. Doaks has you on ignore. And the rest of the bastards elected me to be the only one of us who can see you. So Doaks is...
Well written. Carrying a gun and being prepared to use it is like carrying an umbrella on a sunny day to keep the rain at bay. Such people tend to...
Never thought of that. Concealed under a newspaper or something. As we say, "Concealed is concealed!" Don't matter how. OT, Freedom Ammunition...
Strange goings-on here. Back and grey pillarcators with heads shaped like snakes stripping the leaves off of my lime tree. A family of 'coons...
Herr Professor Doaks is undisposed, but I thank you on his unhalf. Not having watched this debacle meself, I must ask, what are the croquets of...
Jack, it is just as well that you did not respond to poor Joe's challenge. As I was tucking him in for an early champagne-induced bedtime, I...
Who was that masked man? I'd like to thank him!
We would have Jack charging outrageously for incomprehensible gibberish and Larry posting advice for free.
Sorry I missed you, Jack. You know I read you ass-siduously. But I have been someone else for two days and that person has you on ignore....
Thanks for 'splainin'. I still use the telegraph. But the fact remains that the REAL Larry would know what sites his contract with Google would...
I do so love a game of ET unpersonation, if well crafted. I remember fondly the fine work of Wiles Welder here. But this poster is not Larry...
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