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n. The amount of edges accumulated before orgasm.
Bro, my edge fund got up to 7 last night. It was wild.
Ariel Fund of her family of Funds.
I achieve the largest benefits from this Fund of Funds.
(From the National Football League's penalty for 'excessive celebration') Said of a website that either requires you to remember yet another password or is loaded with so much advertising and pop-ups, yet has content that might be useful to you, as to be unusable. A website that doesn't pull its load.
User goes to interesting-looking site, gets bombarded with pop up ads only to find that you need to create a log-in to get the content.
Referree says: "Excessive funding...10 yard penalty..."
A primitive version of what today would most likely be a "mutual fund" or similar instrument.
The origins of the term date to the stock market bubble of the Roaring Twenties, where at the peak of the frenzy individual speculators were offering "$600 for radio" - in this case, not an actual AM radio receiver, but one share of stock in RCA, which was being hyped in those days as vociferously as Internet-related stocks at the turn of the millennium.
$600 was a lot of money in those days, so those who couldn't afford to buy the stock directly would collectively buy into a bucket fund and the bucket fund would buy the stock, hold it briefly, then sell it to repay the individual speculators.
Eventually the bubble burst and everyone lost their shirt.
It seems that everyone these days is peddling mutual funds, exchange traded funds, funds, funds, funds. Banks, trust companies, credit unions, insurance companies... all are getting on the bandwagon and unleashing their most voracious commission salespeople. No wonder, though, as the various inscrutable offerings are a nightmare of fees - front-end loads, back-end loads, management expense ratios - to the point where the modern equivalent to a bucket fund is a leaky bucket where 2% of your life slavings may well be gone every year just in fees. Over a quarter century, that might add up to half your capital.
So basically, the leaky bucket fund with its active management has to outperform the market by 2% annually every darned year just to cover all of the bull-shovel fees. Not all of them do. It's a little like a stockbroker proudly pointing out his shiny new boat at the marina only to be asked "but where are the customer's yachts?"
Cash collection process to get your buddy out of jail.
"The Police Department does not accept PayPal. I set up a Bro Fund Me account by driving to your place. How much cash can you donate to help get Sam out of jail. He's a friend in need.
An individual who accepts their meager existence in back-offices and gray cubicle rows until they dissipate into pure anonymity but now has an insignificant title change. Frequently excreted on by the rest of the company as a human cesspool, they lurk in the hazy glow of asinine spreadsheets and fruitless excel recreation. Individuals suffering from this syndrome have been known to cope with their existence by extended lunches at ill repute bars playing buck-hunter and talking about how they are "under appreciated". Severe psychological damage and alcoholism are the most commonly experienced byproducts.
Scott B. is not management material, he had a 15 dollar break which shows how poor of a senior fund accountant he is.
And here is our back-office, they are the piece-of-shit (POS) senior fund accountants who crunch our numbers.
Sarcastic term for da sizeable wad of cash dat a lying chat-contact from Ghana or Nigeria asked you to send to him/her, supposedly in order to give said foreigner confidence dat you're "for real" prior to his traveling overseas to meet you in person. Doubly a bad idea for you to actually comply with, of course, since (A) this OTHER person should conceivably be da one to prove to YOU dat he/she is legit, since presumably you will likely be da one who will be paying for most of da person's expenses if he/she comes to see you, and (B) most likely said conniving moocher is merely trying to con money out of you, and in reality has no actual intention of ever making any travel-plans to hang out with you.
Every hot-bodied chick I meet online seems to want me to send them trust funds!