btw today 8/30/22 is where smart money (me being one of them) is shorting the stonk market!








A far better job for our STONK market short-seller extraordinaire name Vicente ...........
Vicente quit his bs job of shorting the stonk market and decided to pull fast ones on Bank Managers. So he disguised himself as a beautiful woman and called himself Vincenza.
The project was to nail the bank manager of Chase Manhattan Bank for a net profit of 50k in under a total of 20 minutes real time talking one-on-one
He walks into chase Manhattan Bank
She (Vincenza) was carrying a large bag full of money. She insisted on speaking with the bank manager to open a savings account because, “It’s a lot of money.” After a great deal of negotiating, the bank staff decided to humor her and finally ushered her into the manager’s office. The bank manager asked her how much she would like to deposit.
To his astonishment she replied, “$150,000!” and dumped the cash out of her bag on to his desk.
The manager was curious as to how she came by all this cash, so he asked her, “Madam, it is a little unusual for someone to be carrying so much cash around. Where did you get this money?”
Vincenza replied, “Gambling.”
The manager then asked, “Gambling? What kind of gambling?”
Vincenza said, “Well, for example, I’ll bet you $50,000 that your testicles are square.”
“Ahem!” coughed the bank manager, “If you don’t mind me saying so, that’s a rather silly bet. You can never win that kind of bet.”
Vincenza challenged him, “So, would you like to take my bet?”
“If you insist,” said the bank manager. “I’ll be very happy to bet $50,000 that my testicles are not square!”
Vincenza said, “Okay, but since there is a lot of money involved, may I bring my lawyer with me tomorrow morning at 10 a.m. as a witness?”
“Certainly,” replied the bank manager.
That evening after work the bank manager started to have second thoughts about the bet and spent ages in front of a mirror checking his balls, turning from side to side until he was sure there was absolutely no way his balls were square and that he would win the bet.
The next morning, at precisely 10 a.m., Vincenza appeared with her lawyer at the bank manager’s office. She introduced the lawyer to the head of the bank and repeated the bet: “$50,000 says the bank manager’s balls are square!” The banker agreed with the bet again and Vincenza asked him to drop his pants so they could all see.
Vincenza peered closely at his balls and then asked if she could feel them. “Well, if you must,” said the bank manager, “$50,000 is a lot of money so you are entitled to be absolutely certain.”
Just then, he (bank manager) noticed that the lawyer was quietly banging his head against the wall.
The bank manager said to Vincenza, “What’s wrong with him?”
Vincenza replied, "nothing except that I bet him $150,000 that at 10:00 AM today I would have the Bank Manager's balls in my hand"