Because my ex girlfriend and I in Our joint account many years ago bought 9,600 shares at $0.0088 which was like slightly under a hundred bucks with the commission. I bought lots more in my private account, but as the record stands, yes in one of “my biatches” joint accounts we are long 9,600 shares at $0.0088 for almost a decade. Like that male bird who builds a nest to show off to his female bird lady. I build my chicks a nest of worthless stocks, full of my 1,000 Arabian Knights stories that even Sharahazad would stay awake for. You see Back then and kind of now, it’s how I pick up chicks and get laid, we open a joint account for $500 and buy the most high risk penny stocks in the market. You’re average Orange County Housewife or PRinceton Jewelry Store Clerk is so materialistic and stupid at the same time, in between their dates with Johns like Yellow Lambo-Middleeastern-Man or Pink Porches Paul the movie producer coke-dealer, they actually want to get laid by a real man. So here’s the trick; you get a joint account with them, fund the whole thing If you have to for $500, it’s cheaper than a Craig’s-list hand job or diner & blueballs after the movie. Then buy millions of shares of gold mines and other things the girls can follow in the news. Then to boost their ego text them updates about “our company” through the day. Espcially around 3PM when their sex drive is peaked in the day, or when they get home at the end of the day and are getting undressed, text them with updates on how “our company” is doing a “stock buy back” or “spinning off that stock dividend of a subdivisioned shoe manufacturing division nestled in the work plant somewhere. Not only will this boost their confidence, but it makes them horny as all hell. So then this is the cherry on top. Print out an excel spread sheet of your stock positions, make the share count very large and bold and the actual PPS hidden or small. Then print out a press release that looks juicy about the company. Then go out to a bar with her, start talking about the company and leave the paperwork on the table, excuse yourself to the men’s room and leave her at the bar with the paper work and the bar tender, and do this at a place where you are “eyeballs snap sir” close to the whole platoon of friends or work associates, like recruits you can smell the aquavelva and freshly issued BDU’s with your eyes closed. Then return from the mens room and watch what happens. Only 1/10 wome are smart enough to actually call bullshit, 3 out of 10 are also smart enough to call bullshit however they are so lonely and desperate for attention they will eat your bowl of bullshit and ask for more, then the other 7 out of 10 women are so lost they follow the herd of humans, and the Congresswoman Asiago-Cheese-Cortez type chick “polishing” the $15 a pour Bordeaux glasses for $12 an hour behind the bar working on her Masters Degree in African Art and Humanities will tell her to “go for it” and give her the “nod”.
