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Stories for Satoshis
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17th Earl of Oxenford. Failed aristocrat. Number go down storytelling. I’m less useful than a prophet. I’m a poet. Bitcoin.
When the price pumps, you don’t get lambos. You get check engine lights. Few.
I hate casinos. I make weekly/bi-weekly deliveries to many casinos and I cannot emphasize enough how much more miserable everyone is. Inheritances are being pissed away by boomers and minority groups that constantly whine about how they’ve been oppressed.
Government education is a retard factory. Trust me. I should know.
How many of you used to/still dip tobacco? I bet cigarettes are more popular amongst Bitcoiners.
Aaron - The Temple, George Herbert Holiness on the head, Light and perfections on the breast, Harmonious bells below, raising the dead To lead them unto life and rest: Thus are true Aarons drest. Profaneness in my head, Defects and darkness in my breast, A noise of passions ringing me for dead Unto a place where is no rest: Poor priest, thus am I drest. Only another head, I have, another heart and breast, Another music, making live, not dead, Without whom I could have no rest: In him I am well drest. Christ is my only head, My alone-only heart and breast, My only music, striking me ev'n dead, That to the old man I may rest, And be in him new-drest. So, holy in my head, Perfect and light in my dear breast, My doctrine tun'd by Christ (who is not dead, But lives in me while I do rest), Come people; Aaron's drest.
How many tears can a three-piece suit soak up? Asking for a friend on Wall Street.
Reminder: As our net wealth increases everyone else’s is decreasing. They will become more miserable and insufferable than usual. This will get difficult to navigate as Bitcoiners may be easily identified as those who show any genuine outward mirth.
Previously established and close networks are the ripest for orange pilling. I have many men in my church asking loads of questions about bitcoin. I hope they’re someday thankful that I am a maximalist.