suddenly don patched through dot services, it was dick grasso, and he told me that on behalf of every specialist on the NYSE, I would have every trade I every made price improved by ....
Don suddenly clutched his chest and crumpled to the floor. His secretary screamed and then quickly dialed 911. His brother started CPR. The emergency techs rushed in moments later with a stretcher and picked Don up off the floor and onto the stretcher. They popped him into the ambulance and hooked him up to life support. As the doors shut and the siren started to wail, he opened his eyes and smiled. He thought to himself, my that is the prettiest nurse I have ever seen. Doris was a beautiful woman, a true buxom babe if there ever was one. Pamela Anderson with larger breasts. She flirted with her beautiful blue eyes. Don knew this was going to be one wild ride............
....although Don doesn't consider himself large, she easily accomodated his 12 inches of man hood....after flipping her over, Don lit up a cigarette and had a quick smoke and a sandwich...the nurse got furious when he put the ash tray on her ass so she........
...grabbed the defillabrator paddles, slapped one on his wet package and the other over his mouth and hit him with 1500 joules. Don sat straight up, banged his head on the roof and screamed"...
....CATHY...is that you?, but alas it wasn't....instead BOB punched him so hard that when he woke up he lowered his commissions to .03 inclusive of all ECNS.....
((ROFL....oh man I am peeing my panties. )) Suddenly the doors of the ambulance were flung open. Two Mexican desperados flashed their guns, grabbed Don by his hospital gown and flung him onto a horse. The three sped off into the Las Vegas desert........
(and by three I mean the two desperados and the horse) ...leaving poor Don sitting on the pavement with that bewildered daytrader look on his face. As the crowd started gathering and muttering and joking and poking, he stood up, tall and big, and yelled as loud as he could: People of Las Vegas, MOO me but do not MOC me! DO NOT "MOC" ME!!! But they kept at it, not realizing his great powers. He then jumped on top of the nearest lamp-post and with a half-crazed smile twisting his lips, he pulled a lyre out of his shirt and pushed the red button on its base, hard, real hard... and as the casino in front of him went up in flames, like ancient Rome in front of emperor Nero, he played the chords and sang melodiously, if a bit out of tune: "My openings... Oh, my openings... My openings!!!" (now, which openings was he specifically referring to? no-one knows for sure... so back to the story) Everyone was crying, except for the firefighters who were cursing and the people who were burning. But, right then...
His cell phone rang to the tune of "You Babe...I got you Babe". "Hello!" he barks. "You can't trade for sh** you lousy bastard" "Who the F*** is this?" "You know damn well who it is. The S&P has topped and you can't say otherwise." "James?...is that you?" "Meet me at the corner of Las Vegas Blvd. and Bellagio. We're gonna settle this thing once and for all." ... ... "Oh, and I'll have a waiver for you to sign so bring a pen." Don closes his phone, slips it into his pants and shakes his head. "Man, to much ET" he says to no one in particular. Suddenly from his pocket - "You Babe..." Don snatches the Motorola from his pocket once more and snaps it open, glancing at the ID screen. "What now you sick puppy?" "If they move my thread to chit-chat I'm gonna..."
Meanwhile, a white tiger, which had escaped the inferno from across the road, darted up the lamp-post and was just about to bite into Don's juicy....