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If ARM was an arm, BRN would be its biceps💪!
YAAAAAYYYY!!!!!!!!! It's the 30 cent naked hot-tub Xmas party!
The Ballad of the BrainChip Bash
On a forum of stocks, where dreams do take flight,
The BrainChip investors would gather each night.
They’d talk of big deals, of tech's shining dawn,
Yet waited and waited, the months dragging on.
But lo and behold, a miracle gleamed,
The stock hit 30 cents! They laughed and they screamed.
“It’s party time, mates!” cried Bravo with glee,
“The hot tub awaits, and it’s clothing-free!”
So off they all dashed, their towels left behind,
To celebrate profits (or just peace of mind).
With bubbles bursting and laughter so hearty,
It truly became the 30-Cent Party.
The drinks flowed like rivers, the jokes ran amok,
And the night carried on with good fortune and luck.
Now Diogenese brought Rudolph, his trusty reindeer,
Who pranced toward the tub with holiday cheer.
But rules were rules, and Bravo was firm,
“Ten bucks for your pet, or you’ll have to adjourn!
If reindeer, dear friends, should poop in the tub,
Prepare for disaster—a plumber’s hubbub!
With antlers and hooves, chaos will soar,
And puddles of trouble will cover the floor."
As songs filled the night and the bubbles did pop,
Their worries and fretting came to a stop.
For no matter the market, no matter the fate,
They’d always find joy when they’d congregate.
So here’s to the BrainChip crew’s festive delight,
A naked hot-tub party on a cold Christmas night.
With dreams still alight, may their fortunes soar high,
And may 2025 bring stars to their sky!
B
The Ballad of the BrainChip Bash
On a forum of stocks, where dreams do take flight,
The BrainChip investors would gather each night.
They’d talk of big deals, of tech's shining dawn,
Yet waited and waited, the months dragging on.
But lo and behold, a miracle gleamed,
The stock hit 30 cents! They laughed and they screamed.
“It’s party time, mates!” cried Bravo with glee,
“The hot tub awaits, and it’s clothing-free!”
So off they all dashed, their towels left behind,
To celebrate profits (or just peace of mind).
With bubbles bursting and laughter so hearty,
It truly became the 30-Cent Party.
The drinks flowed like rivers, the jokes ran amok,
And the night carried on with good fortune and luck.
Now Diogenese brought Rudolph, his trusty reindeer,
Who pranced toward the tub with holiday cheer.
But rules were rules, and Bravo was firm,
“Ten bucks for your pet, or you’ll have to adjourn!
If reindeer, dear friends, should poop in the tub,
Prepare for disaster—a plumber’s hubbub!
With antlers and hooves, chaos will soar,
And puddles of trouble will cover the floor."
As songs filled the night and the bubbles did pop,
Their worries and fretting came to a stop.
For no matter the market, no matter the fate,
They’d always find joy when they’d congregate.
So here’s to the BrainChip crew’s festive delight,
A naked hot-tub party on a cold Christmas night.
With dreams still alight, may their fortunes soar high,
And may 2025 bring stars to their sky!
B
