Investors, dressed in silk handkerchiefs and velvet pants, panicked all day, sashaying in and out of stocks with great ferocity. The news was good in the morning, but as you could imagine, woefully terrible in the afternoon. Traders interrupted their afternoon champagne parties, in exchange for a little “zero hedging.”
You see, earlier in the day, while hopped up on cocaine and other such drugs, they bought stock with vigor. They puffed up their chests and ate roast beef, rare, with their bare hands, while counting their easily made money. Then the drama settled in. People started to choke on the roast beef, as champagne flutes whizzed through the air. Hedge fund managers with large year to date losses sold short everything, just to do the opposite of what they were doing two weeks ago. Small pleb prop traders, circle jerked, buying and selling everything in sight, only to end up the day flat.
The people on CNBC threw hissy fits and slapped each other in the faces for stealing the last bag of dope.
While all of this happened, a certain space alien magician looked down on the market, from the perch of his fucking space rocket and left a message, only for his loyal people to see.
NOTE: I was UP on the day.
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