The misfortunes of the trader Monetkin: nostalgic memes about the past 2019

Happy 2020, dear ForkLog readers! January 1 is hardly suitable for any type of activity,therefore, we offer to the attention of all survivors an unpretentious story based on the memoirs of the sample 2019 that we remember))

Trader Monetkin remembered the story from childhoodmother the story of how, instead of gifts, Santa Claus put his inflated ego under the tree. «Not supported by anything» It was also written on the wrapping paper. This is where it all started…

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Monetkin used to sit and look at the Bitcoin exchange rate,He’s thinking about profit and has his sights set on the lamba. It would seem, what could go wrong? He has a trained eye, quick fingers, and that’s just conceit&#8230; But, apparently, Bitcoin had other plans at that time. Monetkina called her husband from the kitchen, he turned away from the monitor for a moment to shout into the doorway: “Asya?”, then his stop losses were knocked out.

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Most Monetkin liked to have fun inInternet: I watched pirated films, imagining himself the owner of a ship and a wooden prosthesis. But then I heard that Cheburnet was going to do in Russia - now he also watches films, but looks around.

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In dreams, Monetkin flew to any country several times. But in reality, maybe he went where he was sent.

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Monetkin’s wife did not admit it, but in the depths of her soulloved it when the exchanges liquidated my husband's positions. At that moment he had oh-so-pitying eyes, and every time she was touched like a mother: “Oh, what a sight for sore eyes!”

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However, a rare woman will meekly demolishstrikes on the family budget. Therefore, Monetkina sometimes seized the initiative and wrote tough comments under the video of various analysts. Monetkin himself was then tricked into chatting no less rigidly.

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On the eve of the New Year, Monetkin reclined on a tearful pillow in gloomy thoughts.

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He did not seem to be disabled, but his behavior on exchanges made me think the opposite.

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Monetkin peered into the night sky for a long time, imagining how he was being swallowed up by a black hole of memories.

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In the spring, Monetkin found out that he understands the speech of neighboring dogs. They held him by a sucker.

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He experienced a similar attitude from his colleagues.

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But Monetkin was not a brawler and extinguished the flames of a nascent conflict in the bud. When meeting with holders of Bitcoin SV, he certainly fraternized.

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If it came to what discussion, Monetkin all wanted to get to the bottom of the truth, hook the very pulp of thought.

 

Monetkina’s mother, an experienced woman, noticed her son’s hardships, but said to herself: “Tamara, it’s good that he’s not a cloud rapper, the rest can be survived.”

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Monetkin knew about market competition and vigorously competed with this market.

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Friends called Monetkin Carlson with a rooftop for a pathological craving for rip.

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Monetkin loved to see signs of fate in everything and transfer them to cryptocurrency trading. It got to the point of absurdity.

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Old Monetkin rapidly. Will go into Blockfolio - wrinkles in the eyes appeared, looking at the cue ball course - gray hair is right there. And when the profit was counting, such tremor of limbs began there, that his Spanish gypsies wanted to invite to their ensemble to play castanets, but it didn’t work out.

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The strategy that Monetkin chose obviously dragged him to the bottom. But if he were there, he would surely be bought by scamcoins.

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In response to comments from friends that he, as usual,sometimes shaved like a hamster, Monetkin said in an insinuating baritone: “I, they say, am not some kind of loser, but a collector.” After this, the conversations fell silent. Why talk to a fool?

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Once in the full moon Monetkin woke up from the wildhowls coming from a pack of werewolves. He opened his eyes, and this is howling in the cryptocurrency. Monetkin - continue to sleep, but in vain. They say cryptans will be worse than werewolves.

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If Monetkin was a cryptocurrency, then Tether.

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In the future, somewhere to lose Ledger Monetkina reassured zero balance on him.

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Monetkin did not like adult films. He had enough life for adults, problems for adults and depression for them.

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He walked hand in hand with pain for so long that the pain itself began to chronically need Monetkin.

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It was impossible to hide behind the mask, everyone knew what Monetkin was and what was happening on his soul.

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If Monetkin were a dinosaur, scientists would have found his skeleton in a pile of shitcoins.

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In anything, but in the purchase of any illiquid assets he was a pro.

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Monetkin's whole life resembled a multi-part awkward situation.

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Monetkin repeatedly tried in lucid dreams, but it didn’t work out very well.

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Sometimes the chart began to behave strangely and deviated from the ascending trend line. Then our mischievous just redrawn the line, just business.

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Monetkin’s teleport worked according to the principle: one unsuccessful deal - and to hell with the day.

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Speaking between us, Monetkin had not seen a profit for so long that he had already begun to fear him. Is there anything on the other side?

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Monetkin was quick to act, not to think. That is why he often suffered. And if it were the other way around, then this story about him would not have happened. So here is which side to look at.

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On December 31, Monetkin felt as vulnerable as possible.

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And for the New 2020 year, according to tradition, he asked for wheels so that there was an opportunity to leave, and wheels in order not to drive off.

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Now back to the table! ForkLog wishes you happy holidays!