I’m currently living in a dumpster and now a salesman.
I sat in a alleyway while the clouds pee on me. I’m sitting in a box asking for spare change. I pause. I look to the ground in sadness. I start to cry and cry. I’ve became depressed.
Just then, Mr Beast and his crew comes down the alleyway and asked me if I wanted a new house. I begged him for it. He gave me the keys to a house and then asked me my life story. I told him everything, and I mean everything. But when I mentioned the NFTs, he grabbed the keys out of my hand with disgust. He whistled with two fingers. All of a sudden, Chris, Chandler, and Karl came through a wall (almost like they from America to Britain). Mr Beast then said, “Get him boys.” They all got baseball bats out of nowhere and started beating me with the bats. I wailed in pain.
They left after 6 hours 28 minutes and 42 seconds of beating me. They laughed and laughed while walking through the exact wall they came from. I really lost everything. My mug with the change, and the box I was living in. Oh the humanity.
I spent my entire house on NFTs. I got hacked and now lost everything. All my monkey NFTs, my… cat NFTs..! I lost everything...
IF SOMEONE CALLS YOU AND YOU HEAR NOTHING BUT GARBAGE NOISE, PUT IT DOWN IMMEDIATELY