RE: PHE & AVIOXX miss out again23 Jul 2025 22:20
Red Hornet the magnificent — at least in his own head,
he claimed he’d sold in marylebone, where billionaires would tread.
a mansion made of stardust, a buyer cloaked in myth,
but check the registry or rightmove — you won't find a pith.
he banged on 'bout HUI, his “massive” equity,
a stake so grand it lived somewhere between dream and parody.
but every stock he blesses turns acidic in a flash —
from boom to bust, from ipo to bin — it’s just synthetic trash.
his jog shares gather mildew, no divvy, no escape,
he’d need to flog the bleeding lot just for an easyjet escape.
to whisk his latest lover off for sangria and a beach...
unless her “evening work” picks up — it’s slim returns, not reach.
she’s trying hard, poor soul, to fund their flights and wine,
but bookings have been quiet, and the reviews... less than kind.
some say she’s got the charm of gravel, the voice of a foghorn,
and a minge, as Red describes it, like a hippo mid-yawn.
not even the lads in magaluf, who’ll chase most things on sand,
could stomach all that drama — not even with their other hand.
so here he sits, ol’ Red the Pest, on lse each night,
posting waffle wrapped in buzzwords, hyping stocks that ****e.
he spins tall tales of boardroom calls and “news to come real soon,”
while claiming every dog he backs is “heading for the moon.”
but moonshots fade, and forums tire, and fairy dust gets thin —
the mask falls off, the stories rot, the losses close back in.
so Red retreats to silence now, his bluster turned to rust,
still holding HUI and jog shares, both buried deep in dust.
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