The man pops a pill as his girl covers herself in âDesire Creamâ to force themselves through their monthly bout of âlove makingâ while pretending they donât hate each other
After they âfinishâ (well, neither actually âfinishes,â at some point the drugs wear off and they just mutually decide to stop), they take out their phones and view short-form video content about how young people arenât having sex anymore
âThank god Iâm not one of those losersâ, they think to themselves
Just brought my girlfriendâs boyfriend his bedtime tea. Decided to take a risk⊠I did not fill it to his preferred level. Not to worry!ââtwas all for a zinger: âLook who has the low âteaâ levels *now* !â đ€Ł
Guess who earned a lil nightynight snuggle with Princess đ
You may think itâs barbaric and evil to force a 12 year old to give birth to her rapistâs baby at gunpoint. However, have you considered that we made an infant suffer unimaginable pain for the 2 hours he was alive for no reason? Not so black and white now, is it?
I Bought $250,000 Worth of Physical Nickels
No, thatâs not a typo.
Thatâs 5 million coins. 55,000 pounds of American metal stacked in boxes from a local bank vault â an asset the government literally canât print anymore.
Most people would call it insane.
But let me explain the thesis.
Each U.S. nickel is made of 75% copper and 25% nickel, weighing 5 grams. That means every $1 million in face value equals roughly 100,000 pounds of metal.
At current metal spot prices, the melt value of a modern nickel sits around $0.043 â $0.047, depending on commodity fluctuations â or roughly 90â95% of face value. That means the U.S. Mint loses money on every coin it produces. Theyâve tried to change the composition for years, but Congress hasnât approved it yet.
So what happens when they finally do?
The old ârealâ nickels become the last batch of government-issued coins containing significant industrial metal. When that happens, theyâll vanish from circulation overnight â just like the 90% silver coins did after 1964. Those who held them saw a 10â15Ă nominal gain over the following decades as melt value outpaced inflation.
My $250,000 position, therefore, isnât a âtrade.â
Itâs an asymmetrical bet that the U.S. Mint will eventually debase the coinage again, that metal scarcity and inflation will continue to erode the dollar, and that a bag of nickels will one day be worth more dead than alive.
Worst case? I still have $250,000 in legal-tender coins backed by the full faith and credit of the United States.
Best case? The melt value doubles, triples, or gets banned outright â which would make the existing supply finite and far more valuable to collectors and contrarians alike.
Itâs not crypto, itâs not stocks, itâs not even silver.
Itâs 5 million tiny claims on an industrial commodity the government accidentally subsidizes.
Thatâs deep value.
Thatâs the Nickel Standard.
This is part of the WWII Memorial in DC. Over 400 gold stars. Each star represents 1,000 members of Antifa who gave their lives in defense of Democracy.
in my teenage years when i was a loser in high school i decided to go to a summer camp on the other side of the country where i didnât know anyone for the sole purpose of kissing a girl for the first time. this was my bangkok.
it was a last ditch effort, a desperate reach into the abyss, an offensive parlay into the next step of manhood. upon arrival to this camp there was a standard orientation followed by the assignment of our cabins and bunkmates.
the sun was nearly setting. cabin 12. top of the hill. the last male bunk before the quarter mile walk through no manâs land to the girl bunks. i had been deployed to a strategic infantry foothold. my mission was simple: infiltrate. identify. kiss. dont get accused of sexual misconduct.
it was a few days in when i saw her. we locked eyes as she walked up the hill and i down. good morning gorgeous! would you like to make me a man?
she had to be mine. but i lacked the proper charm and charisma. i kept getting stuck in the friendzone due to my kind heart and because i was such a nice guy and girls donât like nice guys they like assholes like blake who drinks beer wow dude youâre so cool because girls like you and you have social skills and play sports and get invited to parties and get tagged in facebook photos and arenât a weird incel like me wow dude youâre sick bro that must feel awesome to be normal and desired and you asked me to let you copy my homework and i said yes but i wasnât happy thatâs sick bro at least im a nice guy you donât deserve her
fast forward a few weeks and we are acquainted. im actually coming out of my shell as i get to know her. christina. from winnetka. auburn brown hair and green eyes. she was Her.
i was rapidly falling for her but did not know the way to take our friendship to the next level. this was the part where usually the girl would tell me about her crush and call me her best friend on oovoo. i wanted to avoid this tragic fate.
i sat up late in my cabin wondering what i could do. i finally gave in and asked my bunkmate.
his advice stuck with me. âmake her feel special, but make it look like an accident.â
patriot.
the time to strike was unclear to me until it was thrust upon me without warning. kayak day at the lake. her and i in a friendly race from shore to shore. her manic rowing causing her kayak to topple. her falling into the water. me diving in after her. water going up my nose but my lizard brain knowing if i cleared my nostrils sheâd get the ick. i really do hate women
us paddling slowly in silence to the shoreline. the quiet constant droning of the cicadas and crickets as we sat on the dark sand. her soft words of gratitude. my tom brady calmness in replying âit was nothing.â
2 minute drill. i command the offense now.
our eyes locked. i felt the spark. 16 years of kissless virginity coursing through my veins. fuck it. im going for it.
we made out for 3 minutes before she started giggling and saying we should go back before we get in trouble. i obliged with a retard smile glued to my face. i was invincible. only white people can feel this way.
the rest of camp we were inseparable lovers. every moment felt like this video. she was my world. then i didnât get her number on the last day. and then i found her on facebook and she didnât look at all how i remembered. we talked a bit and then it fizzled out and life happened and sheâs married with a kid and i have an nft profile picture on twitter.
anyways men constantly see this video and say âthey took this from usâ but really thatâs ridiculous because if a girl is attracted to you and you arenât an awkward weirdo she will look at you this way and you will feel that divine spark between each other in all you do. just like me and christina did for that brief summer. our love was worth more than the life of any immigrant.
alternatively, gay men receive this treatment from women in clubs, nightly, and still end up having sex with them 30% of the time. incomprehensible