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I challenge you to āTurtle Kingā
Before my ban, someone challenged me to a duel with cocks.
I challenge you to āTurtle Kingā instead.
We each dock our unhardened cocks into each other, then we put on clips of Yellen speaking during FOMC meetings.
The first to effectively go from flaccid to erect and push the other out of the ādockā is crowned Turtle š¤“.
Dual me, Iām 4-0.
Before my ban, someone challenged me to a duel with cocks.
I challenge you to āTurtle Kingā instead.
We each dock our unhardened cocks into each other, then we put on clips of Yellen speaking during FOMC meetings.
The first to effectively go from flaccid to erect and push the other out of the ādockā is crowned Turtle š¤“.
Dual me, Iām 4-0.
Christmas for a wsb trader
As the tree blinks from white to red to green, you look at the void under the tree that previously held presents. Fewer this year than usual, but some.
How did you get here? Boredom? In March, you felt trapped with your wife and infant. You needed something to pass the time. Something you could throw yourself into fully.
āAre you coming to bed?ā your wife yells down the stairs. It seemed harmless at first, but as the pandemic drew on, so did your investment. Youāll stop soon, though. āSoon!ā you reply, and you hear her feet climb the steps.
The lights start to blink chaotically. You cringe because you could only afford the junk strands at CVS. Suddenly they haltāthe alternation feature brokenāon red. The red fills the room and covers your flesh. You look down at your hands, and they look like theyāre bleeding. Like your calls.
After a timeāhours?āyou realize youāre sitting in complete darkness. Your lights have expired, worthless.
As the tree blinks from white to red to green, you look at the void under the tree that previously held presents. Fewer this year than usual, but some.
How did you get here? Boredom? In March, you felt trapped with your wife and infant. You needed something to pass the time. Something you could throw yourself into fully.
āAre you coming to bed?ā your wife yells down the stairs. It seemed harmless at first, but as the pandemic drew on, so did your investment. Youāll stop soon, though. āSoon!ā you reply, and you hear her feet climb the steps.
The lights start to blink chaotically. You cringe because you could only afford the junk strands at CVS. Suddenly they haltāthe alternation feature brokenāon red. The red fills the room and covers your flesh. You look down at your hands, and they look like theyāre bleeding. Like your calls.
After a timeāhours?āyou realize youāre sitting in complete darkness. Your lights have expired, worthless.
My wife told me to talk dirty to her
So the wife and I were getting into it and she told me to talk dirty to her. So I called her a filthy slut.
She said ādirtier!ā So I smacked her around and told her I was going to use her like the cheap whore she is.
She said ādirtier!ā So I said āIām gonna stick some SQQQ in your portfolio. Iām gonna put it in long and deep. Iām gonna fill you up with way OTM SPY puts.ā
She then slapped me, packed a bag and took the kids. I think weāre getting a divorce.
So the wife and I were getting into it and she told me to talk dirty to her. So I called her a filthy slut.
She said ādirtier!ā So I smacked her around and told her I was going to use her like the cheap whore she is.
She said ādirtier!ā So I said āIām gonna stick some SQQQ in your portfolio. Iām gonna put it in long and deep. Iām gonna fill you up with way OTM SPY puts.ā
She then slapped me, packed a bag and took the kids. I think weāre getting a divorce.
Unrealized losses
She runs her hand through your thinning hair and laughs. āWhat?ā you ask absentmindedly. Youāre looking at Futures, and youāre surprised to see them red.
āI want you to play with me.ā She says it playfully, but the single ounce of you that isnāt totally aloof realizes she said this in earnest. And so you do. You throw your phone, and you pin her to the sofa, then the ground. You both roll about, wrestling, like lion cubs. Kissing, lightly biting. Sometime later, you both stop, breathing hard. She grabs an open bottle of red wine, and you pass it back and forth. Eventually she says, āI want to do that more.ā
But youāve already found your phone again to check Futures. Still red. āUh huh,ā you say, distracted. She stares at you for a long moment, but you donāt realize it. Silently, she gets up and goes to bed, and you donāt say a word because you donāt notice.
She hasnāt left you yet, but she will soon.
Unrealized losses.
She runs her hand through your thinning hair and laughs. āWhat?ā you ask absentmindedly. Youāre looking at Futures, and youāre surprised to see them red.
āI want you to play with me.ā She says it playfully, but the single ounce of you that isnāt totally aloof realizes she said this in earnest. And so you do. You throw your phone, and you pin her to the sofa, then the ground. You both roll about, wrestling, like lion cubs. Kissing, lightly biting. Sometime later, you both stop, breathing hard. She grabs an open bottle of red wine, and you pass it back and forth. Eventually she says, āI want to do that more.ā
But youāve already found your phone again to check Futures. Still red. āUh huh,ā you say, distracted. She stares at you for a long moment, but you donāt realize it. Silently, she gets up and goes to bed, and you donāt say a word because you donāt notice.
She hasnāt left you yet, but she will soon.
Unrealized losses.
Is that insider trading?
If you're a passenger on a newly recertified 737MAX and it starts to nosedive into the sea so you buy shitloads of BA puts over WiFi before impact, is that insider trading?
If you're a passenger on a newly recertified 737MAX and it starts to nosedive into the sea so you buy shitloads of BA puts over WiFi before impact, is that insider trading?
