Well...that's not very charitable. I didn't laugh at you. How...

Well...that's not very charitable. I didn't laugh at you. How would I know that you even sold? I'm pretty fond of you and your predictable bitterness and find it troubling that you don't feel the same. I'm just a big fat guy sitting at home on my computer and I imagine you as a big fat girl doing the same. Just two deluded fatties who were once on the same trade but now separated by your jaded attitude and my rose coloured glasses.

If we met and I saw you through my rose coloured glasses...what would I see I wonder? Maybe a big, fat, cross, bitter, rose coloured loser would probably be a safe bet.