Poop Is Brown

So I figured I’d enter the wide world of stock trading and possibly make a few bucks based on risk. Hey, it works in Vegas, right? So after searching around online for a good do-it-yourself stock-trading site (not like I know what I’m doing or how to do it myself), I go with one and start to register. After said company knows what I do, where I work and how many children I want, they have me agree to all these crazy contracts, which is fine because I am giving them my money to make more, hopefully. Then comes the catch, after all these agreements and such, they now want two grand of my money for investing! Two grand, that’s $2,000. If I had that kinda money, I wouldn’t be looking online for a cheap do-it-yourself trader and I’d be hiring a financial advisor to warn me not to do things like this.