An individual who trades stocks almost exclusively via their smart phone device. Typically an amateur with no professional trading experience.
by JPPALM22 June 16, 2020
Get the Pocket Trader mug.Some say it thirsts for blood; others say it is an innocent implement forced to do the bidding of murderous fiends. A disturbingly recurrent murder weapon, the Travelling Shovel Of Death appears in multiple different mediums (Usually novels), wherin it is featured murdering an innocent victim.
Henry knew his street well, but he didn't like it. The parameters stretched; the shadows hid secrets; the wind, ever restless, tossed the cloaks of strangers who glared from street corners. But he was sure in his safety. He knew the number of steps to his doorway. He knew where to lift his feet a little higher to avoid tripping on sidewalk cracks hidden in the dark. He knew who to avoid - at least he thought he did, in his naiveté.
A cat was waiting on his doorstep, that night. Dark, soft fur, long legs and a thrumming purr, yellow eyes glinting with reflections of far-off streetlights.
It smiled, sharp, glistening teeth ever white against the shadow of its fur.
In 42 years, Henry had never once seen a cat smile. Perhaps a trick of the light, or an illusion, he thought. Or maybe not. He knelt, looking the cat in the eyes.
It smiled at him, wider.
Wider.
A shadow moved; soft leather brushed against carpet, and a coat loosened its folds. "You're drunk again," said the voice. "Do you know, Henry, how much I dislike drunks?"
The cat hadn't moved; Henry glanced to the side, and caught a glance of soft brown shoes.
"Mr Woon," he slurred. "Ian. Mate. I just..."
He stopped.
Mr Woon smiled at him; a slow, langorious smile, not unlike that of his cat.
Then slowly, deliberately, he rested the shovel's tip on Henry's neck.
"I dislike drunks very much, Henry," he whispered.
Then he put his foot on the travelling shovel of death, and pushed down.
A cat was waiting on his doorstep, that night. Dark, soft fur, long legs and a thrumming purr, yellow eyes glinting with reflections of far-off streetlights.
It smiled, sharp, glistening teeth ever white against the shadow of its fur.
In 42 years, Henry had never once seen a cat smile. Perhaps a trick of the light, or an illusion, he thought. Or maybe not. He knelt, looking the cat in the eyes.
It smiled at him, wider.
Wider.
A shadow moved; soft leather brushed against carpet, and a coat loosened its folds. "You're drunk again," said the voice. "Do you know, Henry, how much I dislike drunks?"
The cat hadn't moved; Henry glanced to the side, and caught a glance of soft brown shoes.
"Mr Woon," he slurred. "Ian. Mate. I just..."
He stopped.
Mr Woon smiled at him; a slow, langorious smile, not unlike that of his cat.
Then slowly, deliberately, he rested the shovel's tip on Henry's neck.
"I dislike drunks very much, Henry," he whispered.
Then he put his foot on the travelling shovel of death, and pushed down.
by WillohWisp September 22, 2011
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When two males stand face to face, looking in each other’s eyes, mush the heads of their fully-erect penis’s together. One male (usually a submissive), grabs the other penis at the base and begins to stroke the full shaft from that base to his own base in complete long strokes. Much like the LED eyes along the front of the kit car from the vehicle on Knight Rider.
Ideally, both parties will want to ejaculate at the same time. Whomever the semen enters first, becomes the submissive on the next go-around.
Ideally, both parties will want to ejaculate at the same time. Whomever the semen enters first, becomes the submissive on the next go-around.
by TDSMTD August 17, 2019
Get the Traverse City Hasselhoff mug.a girl who travels to vacation spots, with out having a place to stay for the night and so she hooks up with a guy or girl so she has a place to sleep for the night. its also named the kate.
kate went to the vineyard this weekend with out a place to stay and she stayed the whole weekend so it sounds like she is traveling by back
by johndow0044 January 31, 2012
Get the traveling by back mug.A man who has sex with other men in public toilets for money. Marwood is mistakenly identified as one in the film "Withnail and I."
Monty: About how you came to Chelsea and your arrest in the Totenham Court Road. He told me about your problems, how you feel.
Peter: Problems, what problems?
Monty: You are a toilet trader! Go with it boy, give into to it. It’s like a tide. Don’t let it ruin your youth as I nearly did over Eric.
Peter: I’m not homosexual, Monty.
Peter: Problems, what problems?
Monty: You are a toilet trader! Go with it boy, give into to it. It’s like a tide. Don’t let it ruin your youth as I nearly did over Eric.
Peter: I’m not homosexual, Monty.
by Pete October 6, 2004
Get the toilet trader mug.A political animal in corporate or financial world. Someone that gets rich, but not necessarily makes money for his or her employer. Usually someone that has an overwhelmingly technical disability compensated by his or her astonishing capability kissing some serious ass.
I can't believe Dave got that management spot, he can't add 2 and 2.
Yeah but he's an awesome People Trader, though.
Yeah but he's an awesome People Trader, though.
by CBALTHAZAR October 21, 2008
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“Yes. Kill it immediately”
“Done”
“You didn’t kill it’s fucking llamas!”
“Yes. Kill it immediately”
“Done”
“You didn’t kill it’s fucking llamas!”
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