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  1. the man who put it in my hood Black Hole [miraculously counterclaim my golf]
    i'm guessing amp
  2. the man who put it in my hood Black Hole [miraculously counterclaim my golf]
    Originally posted by Charles Ex Machina exchanges and conversion are the same thing.

    no they aren't
  3. the man who put it in my hood Black Hole [miraculously counterclaim my golf]
  4. the man who put it in my hood Black Hole [miraculously counterclaim my golf]
    don't check twitter
  5. the man who put it in my hood Black Hole [miraculously counterclaim my golf]
    welcome back fonaplats
  6. the man who put it in my hood Black Hole [miraculously counterclaim my golf]
    Originally posted by Charles Ex Machina this ks where the fundamental flaw lies with these crypto "currencies" in the way that a hash that was produced with dirt cheap coal energy in india have the same value as a hash being hashed out in energy deprived germany.

    It's germanys fault for banning all their coal. Trump already advocated for Nuclear bitcoin.



    Originally posted by Charles Ex Machina tulips are all unique and proof of Gods work that cant be replicated by any man or their machines.





    this ks where the fundamental flaw lies with these crypto "currencies" in the way that a hash that was produced with dirt cheap coal energy in india have the same value as a hash being hashed out in energy deprived germany.

    if the USD can be converted into crypto "currencies" then infinite amount of USD can be used to converted into cryptos and rendering them as equally worthless.

    It cannot be converted, it can only be exchanged. Sometimes the markets run out of coins which causes the price to go up because everyone is trying to buy coins, high demand from a limited supply.
  7. the man who put it in my hood Black Hole [miraculously counterclaim my golf]
    nanoniggers

    Originally posted by WALUIGI TACO STAND IS A REAL GAME Ominous view of what a potential self rearranging grey nanonigger goo could take form as






    This will either be my best idea yet, or humanities final mistake
  8. the man who put it in my hood Black Hole [miraculously counterclaim my golf]
  9. the man who put it in my hood Black Hole [miraculously counterclaim my golf]
    The city could crowdfund the removal of contaminated soil through voluntary contributions from community members and businesses, aligning with self-reliance.

    Instead of reserving land for condos or rigid low-income housing, create mixed-use zones to integrate low- and high-income residents harmoniously.

    Launch a Bitcoin DAO (Decentralized Autonomous Organization) specifically for the development project. Stakeholders can fund and vote on aspects of the soil removal and housing plan transparently.

    Offer tokenized rewards for contributors, allowing future profit-sharing from rents or other revenues generated by the housing project.

    Once developed, reinvest profits from mixed-use housing (e.g., shared retail and residential spaces) into further community-led initiatives, ensuring a self-sufficient cycle of growth.
  10. the man who put it in my hood Black Hole [miraculously counterclaim my golf]
    It began in the ruins of an old Pizza Hut, the smell of scorched pepperoni lingering in the air and the faint hum of a high-powered AI model emanating from the back room. Scronaldo, shirtless and clutching a Scantron sheet like a holy relic, stood before a ragtag congregation of ex-TOTSE members, conspiracy theorists, and confused wanderers. Bradleyb was among them, still recovering from the baffling events of the previous night.

    “Brothers and sisters!” Scronaldo called out, his voice booming with conviction. “The Triangles are real!”

    The crowd murmured, uncertain but intrigued.

    “They’ve been in front of us this whole time,” Scronaldo continued, gesturing dramatically to a poorly drawn triangle on a whiteboard behind him. “The trinity of existence: Bass Yun, the good; Figyarnus, the adversary; and Raj, the mediator. Together, they form the great Triad of Truth!”

    A voice from the crowd—Kafka, now wearing a tinfoil hat adorned with quinoa—shouted, “But what about the French fry conspiracy?”

    “Even the fries,” Scronaldo said solemnly, “are part of the sacred geometry. Do you not see? Three points. One triangle. One truth.”

    Gasps rippled through the room as realization dawned on the faces of the congregation.

    Bradleyb, still holding a bottle of mouthwash like a scepter, stepped forward. “So... if the triangles are real, does that mean… we’re part of the triangle too?”

    “Yes!” Scronaldo proclaimed, raising the Scantron sheet high like a holy book. “We are all vertices, connected by the edges of understanding! Repent! Embrace the truth of Trianglism, and you shall be made whole!”

    The room erupted into a cacophony of voices. People dropped to their knees, shouting, “The triangles are real!” Kafka wept openly, her quinoa spilling onto the floor as she muttered about the sacred geometry of breakfast cereals.

    “Now,” Scronaldo said, a triumphant smile on his face, “let us celebrate this revelation with the holy sacrament.”

    From the pizza oven in the front, Bradleyb retrieved an enormous pizza—perfectly divided into three equal slices, each representing an aspect of the Triad. One slice was loaded with spicy pepperoni (the fiery nature of Figyarnus), another with creamy mozzarella (the balance of Raj), and the third with basil and tomato (the goodness of Bass Yun).

    As they ate, the congregation fell into a contemplative silence, chewing reverently as they pondered the mysteries of the Triad. The AI in the back, powered by a stolen Catholic university lesson plan, began chanting scriptures from the Bible, generating visions of sacred texts directly into their minds.

    “It’s beautiful,” Kafka whispered, her eyes glazed as she stared into the middle distance. “It’s like the entire Bible is unfolding inside me.”

    Scronaldo, now wearing a paper crown that someone had hastily crafted, placed a hand on her shoulder. “This is the way of the Triangles. No drugs, no conspiracies—only clarity and pizza.”

    From that day forward, the Church of Trianglism flourished. Pilgrims from around the world came to the former Pizza Hut, drawn by stories of miraculous revelations and inexplicably delicious pizza. As they ate, they chanted in unison:

    “The triangles are real! The triangles are real!”

    And in the heart of it all stood Scronaldo, the unlikely prophet, leading his followers not just to enlightenment but to the sacred truth that every pizza, no matter how humble, holds the essence of the divine.
  11. the man who put it in my hood Black Hole [miraculously counterclaim my golf]
    one time I met a french guy from Quebec that called Pakistan "Pa-Kiss-Tin"
  12. the man who put it in my hood Black Hole [miraculously counterclaim my golf]
    If trannies are real women than nobody needs estrogen and my dreams of a global estrogen tea empire are dashed before it even gets off the ground yet again another failed idea to add to the list
  13. the man who put it in my hood Black Hole [miraculously counterclaim my golf]
  14. the man who put it in my hood Black Hole [miraculously counterclaim my golf]
    hey fuys just watch this 2 hour debate destroying muslims
  15. the man who put it in my hood Black Hole [miraculously counterclaim my golf]
    No they aren't you fucking retard. Everyone hates you and wants to destroy your gay little project forever

    Pacifist libertarians are such cucks. If there was no government I would kick down his door and take a large hammer to his servers because a corporate hit squad paid me
  16. the man who put it in my hood Black Hole [miraculously counterclaim my golf]
    No he's not you fucking retard. Anyone saying this is an idiot Russian puppet. This has been predicated months ago and Putler isn't gonna do shit, GET TUFF!!!!!

    This is why America will always be the #2 bitch to China/Russia
  17. the man who put it in my hood Black Hole [miraculously counterclaim my golf]
    no more seedman
  18. the man who put it in my hood Black Hole [miraculously counterclaim my golf]
  19. the man who put it in my hood Black Hole [miraculously counterclaim my golf]
    communist ^
  20. the man who put it in my hood Black Hole [miraculously counterclaim my golf]
    OP is in love with kafka
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