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Future generations are going to think this is AI because surely no organization would be dumb enough to screw this up…

AT&T Stadium will put curtains on the windows during FIFA World Cup matches

"The Treadmill" I just want to sit and bid the lot Three hundred K per acre, that's my shot BLM lease sale, I'm feelin' hot Buy the inventory an give it all I got But before we go and seal this deal I gotta ask you how you really feel Would you still love me if I lied about the core? If my runway estimate wasn't what I swore? If I overstated how long this play would flow And the depletion curve was faster than you'd know? Would you still be down if the reserves were less? What if my confidence, was more than my success? If I bent the numbers to make the bid look right Would you call me out or just hold me tight? If my 1P reserves came in half of what I modeled And the geology was nothing like the data I coddled? If our spacing interpretation was completely wrong And I had to write down billions, would you stay strong? If the pressure regime didn't match my type wells And my EUR forecast was half of my IR deck sell? If I had to admit the sticks didn't perform And the 50 wells a section didn't hold its form? If my type curve analysis was overoptimistic and blind Would you still back the upside I claimed to find? Or would you cut ties when the reserves disappeared And the numbers proved everything you feared? If the IRR came in at five instead of fifty And the free cashflow projections got real gritty Would you sell my stock and buy Matador? Chase another operator's play and close the door? If my six million dollar locations didn't pay And we had to write down everything today Would you stick around when the dry holes come? Or cut ties when my thesis don't add up to sum? We only humans, girl, we make mistakes Trying to make our bonus, whatever it takes I love incinerating capital, and that's no lie But my forecasts failed and I don't know why You know my style, I say anything to make things work Promise you the upside even in the murk We're out here bidding lots and chasing plays Hoping reserves justify the capital we've laid So would you still love me if I lied about the core? Would you stick around when there's nothin' left to explore? I spent three hundred K an acre on a dream But the reserves ain't what they seem Five percent returns and no cashflow in sight And shareholders got nothin' but a long dark night We only humans, girl, we make mistakes But I'll keep bidding on whatever it takes

RIP Kyle Busch