I just got back from the ER. My browneye is patched up a bit. But it can't take much more damage.
The worst part was to explain my browneye got hurt. I said it was due to owning a stock TTPH and how it failed a study. Nobody believed me! I hear smirky remarks about gay guys have too much fun and get out of control some times.
I hope tomorrow is better.
I'm talking about my browneye. Yep, Mr. Market took care of it. How are the rest of us longs doing? Feeling it yet?
Down 10% more. As if yesterday was not enough. When will the selling end?
As in Harry Reems (look it up).
I don't know how the other longs feel, but I am awful! I lost 80% in this stock! And the pounding this morning was no fun. I can't sit down. But I can't get pregnant; that's a positive.
You held onto your AMBA based on what they reported. Have you lost money? Fail.
Citron called a short on whatever method they used. Saying their analysis was wrong when they have gains and you have losses is sheer stupidity. Fail.
Mr. Market is mocking investors. He entices more to buy only to pound them when they do. It hurts so bad. I can't sit. I gotta use Depends for a while until it heals.
Mistake! Mr. Market tells you what AMBA's price will be!
Are you ready for the pain! After Mr. Market is done with you, your browneye will be pound round.
When Mr. Market finds you and deals you a Jerry Sandusky rookie card.
Mr. Market is appointed with 10 lbs of hanging meat and was trained in the bathhouse circuit in San Francisco's Tenderloin District. He likes to deliver PAIN.
I should never have invested in AMBA.