Chipotle's "outstanding," "visionary" leader has taken his leave.
The Ack-Man is looking to make his death by Chipotle more literal.
In which we learn that there's a fine line between filling an office with queso and accidentally rigging a market.
No one puts Acky in the corner.
The Ack Man ain't hating on The New Year... yet.
The Ack Man got his Chipotle board seats.
Billy Acks hands are clean here, you guys, so don't EVEN.
We've seen this before...it doesn't end well.
The Ack-Man and the troubled burrito chain are finally settling for each other.
The idea of "Silent Bill Ackman" is as easy to swallow as "Chill Bro Leon Cooperman."
The burrito chain puts Wall Street in formation, tells Ackman it's got hot sauce in its bag.
Somebody hand Bill Ackman a fat blunt and a can of Tecate.
"We cannot fathom Pershing's operational or mathematical investment thesis."
Does Herbalife have anything to treat diarrhea?
Mark Crumpacker's dealer apparently got a call every time Chipotle HQ got bad news.
And (allegedly!) run into a little legal trouble acquiring cocaine.
Too good for 'em, are you?
Nan Huang learned this the hard way.