Imagine lining up a corner kick while 102,000 Louisianans drunk scream “Calling Baton Rouge” at you so enthusiastically that you can smell the bourbon/body odor mixture on the pitch.
The European mind might actually not be able to comprehend that one.
Everybody wants to be enlightened, nobody wants to do the fucking dishes. the highest thing you can be as a human being is not the thing you understood, it's the thing you did. some guy who can't spell his own name right but built a house with his two hands that actually stands is closer to God than any man who read a thousand books and never moved his thumb for anyone else. not because he prayed because he made a thing exist that didn't exist before, and that's what God did, and that's all anybody is asking you to do
Dude beside me at the restaurant just told his wife that he cheated on her and she is crying loudly, over at my table it’s miller time though. #millertime
A guy calls his broker and asks about egg futures.
Broker says they’re at 25 cents.
Guy says, “Alright, buy me 100 contracts.”
A week later he calls again.
Broker says, “Good call. They’re at 35 cents now.”
Guy gets excited and buys 1,000 more.
Few days later, he calls again. Eggs are at 50 cents.
Now he thinks he’s a genius, so he buys 100,000 contracts.
Next day they’re at 65 cents. He buys a million.
Then they’re at 95 cents. He buys another million.
Then $1.25. He buys another million.
Next day, eggs are trading at $1.75.
He finally thinks, alright, this is probably enough. Time to take profit.
So he tells his broker, “Sell 2 million contracts.”
After a long silence, broker finally says:
“Sell to who? You’re the egg guy.”