How do you make one million dollars in a month?
Start with five million and become a day trader.
The market may be bad, but I slept like a baby last night. I woke up every hour and cried.
A minister dies and
is waiting in line at the Pearly Gates. Ahead of him is a guy who’s
dressed in sunglasses, a loud shirt, leather jacket, and jeans.
Saint Peter addresses this guy, “Who are you, so that I may know whether or not to admit you to the Kingdom of Heaven?”
The guy replies, “I’m Joe Cohen, stockbroker, of Noo Yawk City.”
Saint Peter consults his list. He smiles and says to the stockbroker, “Take this silken robe and golden staff and enter the Kingdom of Heaven.”
The stockbroker goes into Heaven with his robe and staff, and it’s the minister’s turn. He stands erect and booms out, “I am Joseph Snow, pastor of Saint Mary’s for the last forty-three years.”
Saint Peter consults his list. He says to the minister, “Take this cotton robe and wooden staff and enter the Kingdom of Heaven.”
“Just a minute,” says the minister. “That man was a stockbroker– he gets a silken robe and golden staff but I, a minister, only get a cotton robe and wooden staff? How can this be?”
“Up here, we work by results,” says Saint Peter. “While you preached, people slept; his clients, they prayed.”
The Walton’s invited
their new neighbours over to dinner. During dinner Mr.Walton was
asked what he did for a living.
Eight years old Brian Walton jumped in and said, “Daddy is a fisherman!” To which Mrs.Walton replied, “Brian, why do say that. Your daddy is a stockbroker, not a fisherman.”
“No mom. Everytime we visit dad at work and he hangs up the phone he laughs, rubs his hands together and says ‘I just caught another fish’.”
Two women were
walking through the woods when a frog called out to them and said:
“Help me, ladies! I am a stockbroker who, through an evil
witch’s curse, has been transformed into a frog. If one of you will
kiss me, I’ll be returned to my former state!”
One woman took out her purse, grabbed the frog, and stuffed it inside her handbag. The other woman, aghast, screamed, “Didn’t you hear him? If you kiss him, he’ll turn into a stockbroker!”
The second woman replied, “Sure, but these days a talking frog is worth more than a stockbroker!”
A stock analyst and a Wall Street broker went to the races. The broker suggested to bet $10,000 on a horse. The analyst was sceptical, saying that he wanted first to understand the rules, to look on horses, etc. The broker whispered that he knew a secret algorithm for the success, but he could not convince the analyst.
“You are too theoretical,” he said and bet on a horse. Surely, that horse came first bringing him a lot of money. Triumphantly, he exclaimed: “I told you, I knew the secret!”
“What is your secret?” the analyst asked.
“It is rather easy. I have two kids, three and five year old. I sum up their ages and I bet on number nine.”
“But, three and five is eight,” the analyst protested.
“I told you, you are too theoretical!” the broker replied, “Haven’t I just shown experimentally that my calculation is correct?!”
A study of markets often reveals that the perfect time to buy an asset was yesterday.
A long-term investment is a short-term investment that failed.
A Technical Analyst and a Fundamental Analyst are chatting about the markets in the kitchen. Accidentally one of them knocks a kitchen knife off the table landing right in the fundamental analyst’s foot! The fundamental analyst yells at the technician, asking him why he didn’t catch the knife? “You know Technicians don’t catch falling knives!” , the technician responded. He in turn asks the fundamental analyst why he didn’t move his foot out of the way? The Fundamental analyst responds, “ I didn’t think it could go that low”.
“Every morning I get up and look through the Forbes list of the richest people in America. If I’m not there, I go to work.” – Robert Orben