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I'm an actual retard. I can barely understand when a project is worth investing in or not. I know how tell apart obvious scams from the ones that aren't scams but beyond that I really struggle in justifying investing in anything. I lucked out on LINK a few years back and that's it.

>>29585809
no it pisses me off that I am not happy

>>29577561
same
still have 7 months and hold 15k stinkies
will I make it

Bros I'm scared we're going to massivly dump.

>>28329540
even though I am to dump to have achieved anything I was at least smart enough to invest into this man

>>26446686
I've been waiting to see you around again anon! fix your fucking site, it labels all apus as pepes

>>26285577
Please stop, Chang!

>>26257665
>mfw watching this while seeing RBC bros getting lambo money
it hurts

>>26055086
sirgay would never do that

>>25985395
n-no...I bought bao instead

>>17922576
>finally met wife material in my last sem of college 4 weeks ago, I’m older because I took a lot of time off.
> SHE LIKES ME! A LOT
> thinks my tism is cute, but also thinks I’m a bad boy and hot wtf
>find out she’s a virgin, and that she turned down lots of guys including ones I know
>Flu Manchu shuts down the school
>she goes back to the East Coast
tfw have had that “found my wife in college” experience, and now I’m having the “scrambling for respirators and toilet paper” experience

Why is nobody buying my gamer boy products?

It worked for Belle Delphine, so it should've worked for me. I even tried selling my own piss and calling it Gamer Boy Pee. Nothing. I think this is proof that women are valued way more than men.

>>15003114
I've always wanted to be that 40 year old fag but now nothing seems to satisfy me.

>>15003167
Its not even that its like everytime I want to be competitive the interest dies down and I no longer want to be. And the more I try to get into Vidya the worse my interest dies down.

>>15003066
I hope not anon I hope not.
I'm 22 years old and currently working a dead end warehouse job
Not only that I find that I am gaining more interest in learning a musical instrument, and writing what the fuck is wrong with me. But every time I try interest dies down again.

>>14900741
d-d-does m-m-meme energy count anon?

Hey /biz/ I'm currently writing a book in order to make money. Any /biz/lets here who did? And what advice can you give me. I'm currently on chapter 2 at 5700 words and i'm feeling somewhat burnt out. I also use google word.

I just had to fire someone for the worst reason ever.

We had this quiet guy in our office. Nothing special -- you barely noticed the guy. But he was harmless, kind, and did his job. The one thing I did know about him was his lactose intolerance. So we had him use the furthest bathroom from the office.

A short while ago, one of the new girls bought Starbucks for everyone. I guess she wasn't aware of his condition, because she got him a white chocolate mocha. He was still polite, and drank it. But inevitably had to go the bathroom. This was when shit (pun unintended) hit the fan.

Now, my office is at the complete opposite of the restrooms. Even then, you could hear a distinct pppfffftttt...! Ppppfffffffttt...!! PPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFTTTT!!! emanating from them. At first, I suppressed my chuckles, and ignored it. But this kept going on and on and on. I don't know for how long. His braps never changed in intensity. Never were they harder or lighter than the previous ones. They just wouldn't stop. Soon enough, you saw various workers pop their heads out and look around like startled hens.

And then there was the smell. I think because my office was furthest away, I didn't get much of a whiff of it. But it still reached me enough to warrant cracking open a window. But I guess everyone fared worse. Because then you started to hear coughing. Then what sounded like choking noises. Then the labored, bronchitis-like breathing. Then agitated murmurs. Then the new girl (who bought the Starbucks), with hand over her mouth, running out of the office, screaming. Then the entire office calmly following suit. And finally, one of the older workers had an asthma attack, and we had to call 911. All while those pppfft... Pppfft... PPPFFTTs kept persisting.

After HR received so many complaints, I was forced to give him the pink slip. Those eyes of his, with a dreaded mixture of embarrassment and crushing defeat, I'll never forget, as he quietly walks away forever.

I feel terrible.