Green Day
...after making so much money in his hedge fund.
I brought a box of brandy chocolates to my parents' Christmas party. My dad patted me on the back and said, "Brandy? You're a fine girl."
Does that class me as a sole trader?
"No" he replied, "I'm a sole trader".
...she eats around two or three people a day. Im going to have to look for a new Trader Joe's in my area.
This is also known as... Avocado's Number.
Because he is a trader.
(Makes more sense when spoken)
A sole trader
She was talking about having guacamole for the super bowl and we were talking about going to trader joe's.
Me: Trader Joe's has some pretty good guac that we could pick up.
Her: No way, I make my own. I'm in search of perfection.
Me: So you not only talk the talk, you also guac the guac?
So my fiancée and I were at Trader Joe’s, and there was a window you could see through into their liquor store. I turned to her while we were in line to check out and said:
Me: “I’m pretty sure that store is haunted.” Fiancée: “What makes you say that?” M: “Their sign says they have Spirits.“
She let out the biggest groan of disgust while I teared up.
Cause they're always traders
My XL-wearing half-black friend and I were in Trader Joe's when I started being excited about this huge pound block of chocolate.
When I asked him why he wasn't excited, he replied, "I guess I'm just not a big chocolate guy."
I laughed for about an hour at his complete genius.
He asked
"Will that make you a traitor or a trader?"
Dad: "So we finally put the BMW up on AutoTrader."
Sis: "Oh, wow. What'd you put it up for?"
Dad: "Well, we were thinking about selling it."
Prof "When you step into a Trader Joe's how do you know it's not a Frys?" Stu: "the atmosphere" Prof: "and if they opened a trader Joe's on the moon they wouldn't have that atmosphere"
So there's two day traders looking at the commodity stocks for office supplies on their computer. "What's the movement on desks and chairs?" asks the first stockbroker.
"Um, that's moving up," says the second. "We should get into it."
"Okay what about stocks for desktop computers? Are they moving?" says the first.
"Yep, they're dropping," says the second. "We've got to sell that off."
"Okay what about paper? Is that moving?" says the first.
"Paper? No," says the second. "Paper is stationery."
I remember my Dad's friend telling me an inappropriate Lesbian joke where the punchline is lickitey-split. Can't remember the beginning though. He also told me the joke: What do you call two lesbians in a canoe? Fur traders.
