Y2K got me pretty good. When I went to reset the calendar in the computer, I mistakenly typed in 1900 instead of 2000. Within a few days I started getting spam from the Committee to Re-Elect Calvin Coolidge, porn shots of President Harding boinking his secret girlfriends, and investment advice from David Sarnoff.
I’d fix it, but the investment advice has been fantastic. I’m making money hand over fist, although I’m leveraged up to my eyeballs.
I’d fix it, but the investment advice has been fantastic. I’m making money hand over fist, although I’m leveraged up to my eyeballs.
I still don't know what to do with all this damned gold. I hate to get rid of it, it's so pretty. Bet it's so heavy!