Good point. This link gives the option to see various translations.
Also, I kinda hoped it would have displayed the text inside of Nostr.
What happened to Raiden? I heard he got divorced a few years ago, but haven’t seen him since until he popped up in the background of this video?
You need to add “moving on and going back to the gym” to your move list brother Raiden.
If you understand that fiat is broken money and you understand bitcoin, you understand more about money than the people who advise the presidents of large countries.
Bass Masters
Probably one of the best Smashing Pumpkin audition tapes so far this year.
Harpejji class at the citadel in will be Tuesdays at 8 pm after carne asada Taco Tuesday dinners.
Liberace was way ahead of the times, see him here feeling groovy in a bitcoin orange shirt with a lightning network yellow vest.
This is my favorite Nostr documentary.
Did you know: If you die in the Nostr you die in real life.
We need more of this.
Bring back small trucks.
Step up your auditory security.
Folks, as long as we show up to work and don’t steal, we should be able to keep the job at McDonald’s past the 3-month probation period.
nostr:npub154wwrhvqpyvj3yntu90zeggc2ccz43ee4t5w5z45xuyc524cph7qmne6d5 can help you explain bitcoin to your precoiner friends who just don’t get it yet.
The first clue:
It's the geriatric narcissistic oligarch Olympics
And I got a front row seat
The bank owns the car, we rent the house
But at least we paid for the street
It's the big bitchin' bonafide baby boomer boss battle
End of '24
I just woke up in the 90s
Too bad I woke up poor
It's the AARP buy gold! JG Wentworth Super Bowl
And the parents are out of the way
So you got a lot explaining to do
For why you ain't got a Roth IRA
It won't be long 'til the finale
Singing Hotel California in the Holy Eternal Choir
For givin' us such amazing music
We could almost forgive you for our situation this damn dire
It's the geriatric narcissistic oligarch Olympics
And we've all got a front row seat
As long as I can use the Wi-Fi
As long as I ain't gotta think
War Isn’t Murder by Jesse Welles
That last line hits so hard.
The Atom Bomb of Drugs.