Well.....you see.....there was this guy.....and...uh....he...uh....was hot and tired.....and plenty thirsty.....boy was he thirsty......he had just worked up his brain by scouring the pinks for the next big.....uh....the next big.....uh.....whatever....and he was just pooped!.....he had worked over those pinks so hard and thourough and furiously that he...uh....became exhausted and spent.....spent so much that he became so dehydrated and so, so thirsty......but wait!.....there's nothing in the fridge! Nothing! He had scoured the pinks for the next big...uh...the next big....uh....whatever....and he hadn't left himself anything in the fridge to celebrate with! Nothing! So it was onto the local market to grab a quick cold one.....something to quench that thirst that he had accumulated by scouring the pinks for the next big uh......the next, uh.....uh....whatever. ANyway....he finally gets to the market.....and it is there where he bumps into a mass of humanity in the beverage aisle! It seemed that everyone and their uncle were there at that moment, at that very aisle....his aisle, damnit!....and they all consummed the entire area with a mass of hysteria and confusion.....a scene our boy, our boy who had scoured the pinks for the next big....uh....the next.....uh....whatever....a scene our boy had never seen before, never felt such surge of strange humanity like that, that he felt the need to leave to escape the shouts and the hysteria, the need to muzzle the shouts and cursing he was hearing....shouts so loud and emphatically spoken, that as he drove home to scour the pinks some more to find the next big...uh....the next big....uh.....whatever....that as he turned into the driveway and strolled into his computer room, he knew he had to google that dang name he kept hearing at the market, shouts so loud that he couldn't forget that name.....our boy, our boy who scoured the pinks so long and hard for the next big....uh....next big....uh....whatever....never got his drink.....never got his thirst quenched......but as he scoured the google-search for that name that he heard so loud and emphatically spoken at the market.....he had discovered, he felt that he had indeed found that next big.....uh.....next big......uh....whatever, in the stock by the same name that he had heard shouted with feeling at the market. RUSH, our boy had decided, as he scoured the pinks for the bio on the company, was going to be the next big....uh.....the next....uh....whatever......
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