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Re: Beth0515 post# 60790

Friday, 12/27/2013 7:19:33 PM

Friday, December 27, 2013 7:19:33 PM

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PS- Bonus points to ANYONE who can deliver a bona fide "Roberto's Top Five Moments" list. Heck, I'm willing to settle for "Top Three"!



OK Beth, I'll take a stab at earning the bonus points.

Here we go with Roberto's top three moments!

1. While discussing the complex points of the deal that are currently the subject matter of the Medinah JV, which is unknown to the investing unviverse, but known to the "annointed" group of insiders, Roberto was spotted slurping on an ice cream cone, plain, not chocolate covered, at, well you guessed it, McDonalds. Rumor has it that he has a special arrangment with the management at McDonalds that if he spends at least $0.99 per day, he is able to use one of the tables as his office desk and field calls from disgusted share holders.

2. Having dumped his last 100,000 shares of MDMN just last month, and spent all the proceeds, as instructed by JJ, he apparently is out of funds. So rumor is that he has been evicted from McDonalds due to non payment of back "rents" to the tune of $29.70 for the month of November. JJ had promised to pay him a salary for fielding shareholder calls, but you understand, things take so much time to get from one point to another in Chile, i.e. ore and the like, let alone out of Chile, such as express mail. So, Roberto is still waiting for that envelope to arrive in Las Vegas so he can cash that check, and redeem his integrity with the folks at McDonalds.

3. Now it seems, while Roberto is still awaiting for that mail to arrive from JJ, because he is no longer welcome at McDonalds, he has been spotted at the corner 7-11, conducting his business on the trading floor at 7-11, fielding calls from unsuspecting share holders, while expertly deflecting unwarranted pejoratives from the local bumbs who frequent the local 7-11, talking tales of gold, silver and moly to callers, to belatedly fill our empty stockings, while he gulps on those notorious 7-11, 36 OZ. slurpies. Bloomberg would write a nutrition ticket if he only knew.