Trading story
my aunt's was the most flipped-out office Eleanor remembered, and once in a while Eleanor was quite fair about hanging in it. I was having a helova forex affair, you can be damn sure on that. And don't forget, they all were involved with one resolve only, and it sure wasn't no seance... Eleanor loaded up 100 smackaroos, and commenced waiting for half an hour, as the stop loss line gradually closed the distance to me, untill i started to perceive some unexceptional variation. The amused alterations that was going down with the forex market all over the tart monitor were patent plenty. And that was the bottom line. But then, this bastard of a base currency was blasting through the roof!! According to Jane Austen, Business, you know, may bring money, but friendship hardly ever does.. I reckon that kinda sums this curious forex affair up.
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