[Copypasta] Bloomberg terminal vs toilet trading

Imagine spending 20K on a bloomberg terminal and thousands on hardware just to get smoke checked by some retards on the toilet trading on their phone that are not only on the spectrum but might be the actual spectrum.
December 2020

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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 ā€œdirtier!ā€ So I smacked her around and told her I was going to use her like the cheap whore she is. She said ā€œdirtier!ā€ So I said ā€œIā€™m gonna stick some SQQQ in your portfolio. Iā€™m gonna put it in long and deep. Iā€™m gonna fill you up with way OTM SPY puts.ā€ She then slapped me, packed a bag and took the kids. I think weā€™re getting a divorce.
April 2021

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Police clearing out a homeless encampment

On my way into the office today I saw the police clearing out a homeless encampment under a bridge, forcing them into the cold and rain. I keep playing it over in my head and havenā€™t been able to focus on work all day because of my erection.
January 2021

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I couldnā€™t tell you what half of the companies in my portfolio do

I couldnā€™t tell you what half of the companies in my portfolio do or even what the ticker stands for...but you better believe Iā€™m jacked to the mfā€™ing tits in every single meme stonk that you crayon eaters have been pumping. CHOO CHOO MFā€™ER.
December 2020

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It's called empathy

Sometimes watching porn I like to pretend I'm the "woman" it's called empathy not homosexuality.
April 2021

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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. ā€œAre 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. Youā€™ll stop soon, though. ā€œSoon!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 haltā€”the alternation feature brokenā€”on red. The red fills the room and covers your flesh. You look down at your hands, and they look like theyā€™re bleeding. Like your calls. After a timeā€”hours?ā€”you realize youā€™re sitting in complete darkness. Your lights have expired, worthless.
December 2020

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