The market was trading up 200 points when Fatso opened his stupid piehole.

By the time he was done talking, it took a 600 point sh!t.

But tell us how good his dick tastes, Sol Dork.

lol
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She was standin' alone over by the juke box, like she'd something to sell.
I said "baby, what's the goin' price?" She told me to go to hell.

Bon Scott - Shot Down in Flames