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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.
He may have asked for $1M in #Bitcoin but don’t any of you retards go simping after “Boris” Johnson.
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.