This is the most boring thing ever. Bitcorn, y u no do something  |
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Bad thing is that I can't swim anymore and I have to cut my evening alcohol consumption  Get yourself a nice lady friend. Thailand is full of them. Just make sure you wear a helmet. As it were. |
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if roach continues with his accumulating and longing pms, such as gold and silver
I'm prepared to go out on a limb and suggest the cock bug is a Bitcoin trader. I'm also prepared to suggest she couldn't give two shits about metals or Jews. Some people think shit talk can shake the tree and move the market. It's absurd, but that's life. |
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bring me a present back to Big D?
is this yet another young people term for yet another sex act? This is how the young people call Detroit. It's vibrant and thriving metropolis. I understand they used to put together personal automobiles. But things have changed. But anyway.. It's probably Dallas. |
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There's a whole world full of wall observers out there just waiting to sell the next bull run
Coiling is good but I'm running outa time.
Ho hum |
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People are still banking on a Bakkt [...] that sure sounds like hope to me.
Hopefully BAKKT
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It's not a club they're running, it's a cult, centred around a sinister Belgian Goose. They worship the dark gods of capaclysm and hatastrophe (™). They await this acapalypse with glee, all the while dining on Walrus and Wombat terrine with pickled vegetables.
 Steady. Let's not go to far. Let's not kill the goose that lays the golden eggs. Let's all, the hatted and the unhatted, instead have a gander at that faux-Nazi's renewed presence. Even a bug can see that bitcoin is about to go stratospheric, robbing him of all his soi-disant analysis. It's afraid. Mister cock bug comes here to talk her day tard position. I hope she's laddering his approaches. |
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Rosewater's butthole
was terrifying and confusing.
Shit happens.  |
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I stopped posting here when the first hat of the thread was designed.
I meant to take a principled stand against hats once, but V8 beat me to it. Then I forgot. |
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That guy can't be trusted. His poop is probably full of microplastics.  |
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*Rosewater looks in the sack*
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We can't just go flying up from sideway. People are still banking on a Bakkt. Or whatever. I don't really follow non-legacy financial news the way I used to. But that sure sounds like hope to me.
Not that I would know anything about that
dot dot dot
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... That seastead thing ever get off the ground?
I thought they were supposed to float in the drink... In retrospect I think the whole thing was a really complicated sort of euphemism. I imagine. |
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Life in Fiji is rough all around. Hopefully the dancing girls and sparkling water go some distance to make up for it.
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What's Theymos doing with his life these days I wonder? That seastead thing ever get off the ground? So to speak. This digital gold thing doesn't really seem to be panning out. I guess. All puns intended, obviously.. |
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The janitor not only did not rise from his seat when he passed, but never even glanced at him, as if only a fly had flown through the reception-room.
I literally just read that story while attempting to find a larger version of Searing's avatar. Wow. I make vital contributions. I'm the soul of this place, dammit! |
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The janitor not only did not rise from his seat when he passed, but never even glanced at him, as if only a fly had flown through the reception-room.
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So, get the fuck out of here
You make an interesting point. I'll get my over-coat... |
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