I told y’all about $SHX before anyone.
@ .0003 i made a 3 part video documentary series
Not just tweets, full on deep dive videos.
$SHX later went to .03 (100x)
And yet you are still sleeping on $DUAL
(formerly $VEE)
MAKE iT MAKE SENSE
I found $100 folded in the pocket of a pair of work pants I bought at Goodwill for $6.99. I was literally shaking when I pulled it out—like actually holding it up to the light to make sure it was real. When my coworker asked why I looked like I’d seen a ghost at lunch, I made the mistake of telling her.
She put her salad fork down like I’d confessed to a murder.
"You have to take it back," she said, dead serious. "Today. That’s someone’s money. You need to turn it in to the manager."
I tried to explain that Goodwill isn’t exactly going to put up "Lost and Found: $100" signs, and that the receipt literally says "all sales final, not responsible for items left in pockets." She waved her hand like she was swatting away facts. "Integrity doesn’t need a receipt," she said, loud enough for the whole break room to hear. "If it were me, I’d return it even if it was just a penny. It’s about doing the right thing even when no one’s watching."
Must be nice.
Must be real nice to have that luxury. To afford integrity when it costs you $100 you never had in the first place.
She has no idea. None. I’m working 50 hours a week and I still have to choose between paying the electric bill and buying groceries. Rent just spiked $250. Eggs are $9 a carton. My car has been running on fumes for three days because I’ve been trying to stretch $20 until Friday—and lets not even talk about gasoline, because that’s a whole other trauma I can’t afford to process right now. That $100 is literally my lifeline. It’s the antibiotics I’ve been skipping. It’s the oil change that’s 2,000 miles overdue. It’s the difference between eating and not eating.
But now she’s "worried about my character," telling people in the office she "hopes I make the right choice," giving me these sad, disappointed looks like I’m some kind of street criminal instead of someone who just wants to keep their lights on. She’s making me feel like absolute dirt for wanting to survive.
The worst part? If I give it back to Goodwill—a multi-million dollar corporation that got these pants for FREE—I know exactly what happens. It goes into their drawer. Maybe an employee pockets it. Maybe it just gets absorbed into their "profits." It sure as hell doesn’t find its way back to some mystery donor who forgot to check their pockets.
Am I wrong for keeping money I desperately need just because Miss Morality over here thinks I should starve with principles?
This Black woman says “You as white people are obligated to right wrongs that your ancestors did... if you don’t want to hear it too bad. The responsibility falls on your shoulders.”
What is your response to her ??
To whoever thought it would be funny to fill the package on their porch with EXPIRED MILK, I’ve already contacted the police.
I opened what looked like a normal package in my car and it exploded. Rotten milk all over my seats, carpet, clothes, door panels. The smell hit instantly. Absolutely foul.
This wasn’t a harmless prank. This was deliberate property damage. Expired milk doesn’t just “air out.” It soaks in. It curdles. It stains. It lingers.
Now my car smells like a dairy farm dumpster in July and I can’t even drive it without gagging.
So yes, someone is going to be paying for professional detailing and any damages, because I refuse to live with sour milk baked into my interior.
Hope the five seconds of laughter was worth it.
By 2030, this will be cheaper than farm-raised beef.🥩🖨️
Are we witnessing the end of traditional farming or the solution to world hunger? This is "printed" steak.
Would you eat this if it tasted 100% identical to the real thing? Be honest. 👇