The markets are tanking. I've converted all of my assets into rupees. I'm investing everything in Persian couch throws. Buy, buy, sell, sell, beef tallow, hummus
Bernanke says relax!
Retirement to a mountain retreat? Pristine, virgin forest air? Get back to work, slave. Not for you, drone. Hail mammon! All this honey is for me and Astarte.
brandon [email] said at 1:22 PM 01-22-2008: That's unfortunate, you'll probably be assigned to the sugar-mines. The new master's of the international economy have arrived. They hunger.
brandon [email] said at 12:13 PM 01-26-2008: Chinese is for the masters. You would do well to keep quiet in their presence. It's said we sound like obsese dogs yipping when we speak our filthy dog-tongue around them.