Wall Street Isn't What It's Cracked Up To Be

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ohbabyitsbess: so…you think it’s true?
jfcarney: what?
ohbabyitsbess: that Times story…about the
jfcarney: woman living w/ all those cats????
ohbabyitsbess: no
jfcarney: and one was tabby and one hand only three legs
ohbabyitsbess: NO
jfcarney: and one had a prosthetic tail
ohbabyitsbess: I’m talking about the article that theorized that eggs benedict were created by Lemuel Benedict, this famous dude on Wall Street
jfcarney: how famous could he be. i never heard of him
ohbabyitsbess: you don't know everyone
jfcarney: look, i know tim sykes
jfcarney: thats someone
ohbabyitsbess: it made some pretty persuasive arguments...on the other hand, remember the Curb?
jfcarney: jim cramer (the bobblehead)
jfcarney: thats two
ohbabyitsbess: and brian hunter and the fish, that's three and four, i get it, you know people. anyway, the curb w/ the cobb salad?
ohbabyitsbess: when cliff cobb was like
ohbabyitsbess: my grandfather invented the cobb salad! You can’t disparage the cobb salad in front of me (b/c LD ordered “the cobb but no bacon, cheese or avocado”)
ohbabyitsbess: and larry was all
ohbabyitsbess: whoa there kemo sabe
ohbabyitsbess: and LD had his secretary research the cobb salad and it turned out cliff cobb was just a bald faced liar? (he was also in a wheel chair but I don’t know if that was just for the character or if the actor really is disabled)
jfcarney: is this going somewhere? i have to get back to working on my Blackstone IPO graphic
jfcarney: it's almost perfect
ohbabyitsbess: i was just wondering
ohbabyitsbess: i know you love eggs
ohbabyitsbess: and wall street
ohbabyitsbess: whatever carney.
ohbaybitsbess: you ever go to Legs and Eggs, the strip club that serves breakfast up in providence?
jfcarney: no but i've heard of it
jfcarney: we should go
ohbabyitsbess: now?
jfcarney: tonight
jfcarney: breakfast for dinner, alright (that has mutiple meanings)
Was He the Eggman? [NYT]

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