daytraders aftermarket lounge – 1 december, page-97

Our biggest worry today is how much money we are going to make from placing $30.000 on some three lettered company on a computer. I remember the old days growing up when we never had two bob to rub together. My old mum had to work down the markets. She was a big woman, over seven foot tall. Technicaly a giant. She only had one arm. She’d start work at 5am and work till sunset. They never paid her in money they used to pay her by allowing her to eat all she could. After gorging herself she’d return home and regurgitate the food into my mouth like a mother eagle. Then she’d leave to go work the door at the local pub or do a few debt collections. But you know they were the happy times. I bought the snooker table I was born on. I went to that pub where my dear old mum was in labor for three weeks on top of that snooker table. They never stopped playing those mongrels as my dear old mom laid there trying to give birth to me and moaning and groaning in the pain they were shooting snooker balls all around her. It was horrible. That's a big fat gypsy gangster.