Sad Guys on Trading Floors

Wheeeere’s the trader?  Wheeeeeeeere’s the traaaader?

Here he is!!!

There’s no time to leave the trading floor for bathroom breaks.

I’m just sayin’, my jacket says 768… your jacket says 768… maybe it means something, you know? Like we were meant to be together.

Not many people on the trading floor appreciate Carl’s beatboxing. But you have to admit, he has mad flow.

YO DAWG, WE HEARD YOU LIKE LCD SCREENS. SO WE PUT LCD SCREENS IN YOUR LCD SCREENS SO YOU CAN TRADE WHILE YOU TRADE.

PINK MAN COMMANDS YOU!

I don’t need to caption this, right? I mean, you see what I’m seeing… right?

SLAAAAYYYYYYYERRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!

You can’t tell in this pic, but these guys are TOTALLY WASTED!

Happy St. Patrick’s Day!