It’s ok, man. We’ll find your kitty.
Your jacket says 768. My jacket says 768. It’s a sign, baby. Let’s do this.
It’s 2011. All sad traders have been replaces with sad cyborgs.
Hey Gary, you know what I love? America.
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Pick your caption:
- This happens every time I’m on the floor of the stock exchange.
- “Who ate my Go-gurt? Tell me, WHO ATE MY GO-GURT!”
- “What do you mean I can’t trade market-backed real estate derivatives anymore? Say it to my face!”
- “The new season of ‘Are We There Yet?’ starts soon on TBS. VERY FUNNY!”
Also, note how Jason Statham is the only one correctly responding to this scene.
Can I get more of that hair gel, please?
This is Jersey Shore’s Snooki on the floor of the New York Stock Exchange. Our economy now has syphilis.
His financial future is so bright, he’s gotta wear shades.
Just kidding. He’s blind.