Rick🧲

@IcedKnife Fr bro 🤣

can’t believe I thought investing in a token called $SCAM would be a good idea

@kkashi_yt Does he buy a rope yet ?

The wallet that lost over $81,000 on $unc is currently over $126,000 at loss on $Scam

@DeItaone $Scam altman

ELON MUSK ARRIVES IN OAKLAND, CALIFORNIA FEDERAL COURT FOR OPENING STATEMENTS IN LAWSUIT AGAINST OPENAI

@cryptobullying Send it ser

Just full ported into $SCAM on this dip I am going to cook this and hold till $1B 🚀🌕

@cb_doge $Scam altman

Tell me a bigger liar than Sam Altman. I’ll wait.

@poe_real69 $SCAM lets win together

I don’t have a bag of $SCAM but I’m rooting for it Seeing so much hate and Missor energy on the timeline Like bro you don’t like seeing people win? You rather see people get raped on low caps ? Run it higher The more people win the more everyone wins Pray for success

@_bolivian OG is for gay people

Ok, I’m confused now. I’m scared holding the $SCAM coin at 12 million, when Bitlord calls the one at $400k the OG one… WHICH ONE DO I NEED TO BUY AND HOLD OMG

@crypto_bitlord7 Its created 7 hours ago bro

Today we will be vamping $SCAM -Sorry to all the traders holding the wrong one. But unfortunately this one was created a year ago: DXcwhg1MwrResr1CoaBuhnnHmcx222ntZAgRd28Jpump It not your fault. (You just didn’t do any proper research). Now that you know, time to ape:

@crypto_bitlord7 OG is for gays

The wildest thing is watching people cry about a vamp when they are literally vamping the other one -OG coins always get right of way If you don’t like the rules don’t play

Explain to me why I’m gonna buy the fresh created $SCAM at $12m ? -With people sitting on $700k pnl flexes (lol) When the first $SCAM was created over a year ago and is at $300k ? Thank you Elon: DXcwhg1MwrResr1CoaBuhnnHmcx222ntZAgRd28Jpump

@sagexbabyx Much higher 100M

I fell back asleep and you guys spawn an actual solana runner 🥲 we really doing this rn?! Is this topped? someone tell me quick😭$scam

@NotMrVinnyChase Send $scam higher

Any tweet from Elon pumps the chart of $scam altman, it doesn’t even have to be about Sam, OpenAI or the trial 😂 This shit reminds me of the market when $pnut was running. The market is shaping up. Retarded believers are coming back. Only a matter of time for $retardcoin.

@poe_real69 Higher

Elon got motion again The trenches are saved

@sol_engineer This was in the middle of the bullmarkets

this was PNUT, after Elon tweeted and Binance listing 2B in a few 4h candles

@iamryft This is rigged

is this a 🤬 JOKE ? $15,000 >> $0.00 … in 15 seconds 🤣

@TheMoonCarl I am on my 7th time

I watched breaking bad 6 times already. Considering starting my 7th soon.

@TheGambler1999 Addicted of losing

-$1M this week..

@Tipsfromthebook Thank you for sharing for your Experience, Strength and HOPE brother

100 days sober yesterday, this was my meeting script. Hi everyone… my name is Blaise B. and I’m a compulsive gambler. My first meeting was September 24th, 2025… and my last bet was December 30th, 2025. I’m really grateful to be here tonight. It means a lot to be chairing this meeting… because not that long ago, I truly didn’t think I’d even still be alive. Looking back, I realize this didn’t start recently for me… it started a long time ago. I was in 5th grade at a Reading Phillies game when I was accidentally sold a 50/50 ticket… and it ended up winning. I didn’t know it at the time… but that moment changed something in me. In middle school, I was flipping coins and rolling dice for money. It felt harmless… just fun and an easy way to make extra cash. By high school and into college, it grew into something else. I had access to everything… constant action, constant bets. But I never thought I had a problem. Because I told myself I had control. I wouldn’t lose everything… I’d always keep just enough. That was the lie I lived in. And then in college… I got hot. I started winning, and that was the worst thing that could’ve happened to me. Because now I believed I was different. I believed I was smarter than it. I felt untouchable… like the “big shot” we talk about in here. I was giving money away, buying watches for friends, picking up tabs… doing everything I could to look like I had it all together. At one point, I even tried to pay off my parents mortgage. And looking back… that wasn’t generosity. That was me, deep down, knowing I was going to lose everything… and trying to get rid of it before I did. For a long time, I lived a double life. On the outside, I looked perfect... working hard, showing up, known as the happiest guy in the room. But inside… I was falling apart. My mind never shut off. Every second was about the next bet… the next chance… the next escape. And no matter what happened… it was never enough. I couldn’t stop. I didn’t know how to stop. And slowly… I disappeared. I lost my peace. I lost my ability to feel anything real. I pushed away the people who cared about me the most. Every time someone asked if I was okay… I lied. I got really good at smiling when I was dying inside. I felt alone in rooms full of people. I felt empty even on the days I was supposed to feel on top of the world. I wasn’t sleeping. I was chasing constantly… mentally, emotionally… just trying to outrun something that was always right behind me. And eventually… it caught me. I first came into a Gamblers Anonymous meeting on September 24th at Church of the Valley in Royersford. There were a lot less people in the room than there are tonight. I remember walking in completely broken. Someone looked at me and told me I was in the right place. And throughout that meeting, people kept telling me the same thing… that I was in the right place. I sat in a chair just like this… I listened, I cried, and I heard my story come out of other people’s mouths. And then I still went back out and gambled again. Because I wasn’t ready. And things only got worse. By December… everything inside me broke. Even after coming to meetings, I relapsed. And I felt completely empty. Not sad… not angry… just empty. Like there was nothing left of me. Like I had nothing left to give. Like I had run out of chances. I got to a point where I was ready to end my life. I wrote a note to my family… I left the house… and I was planning on driving as fast as I could straight into a median. And that’s the lowest point I’ve ever been in my life. I truly believed everyone would be better off without me. That’s what this disease told me… and I believed it. Somehow… in that moment… something told me to stop. To turn around. To give myself one more chance. So I slowed down. And instead of going through with it… I came back to another meeting. That decision saved my life. That wasn’t the night I lost everything… that was the night I got a second chance. I walked in shaking, ashamed, and completely broken… but I stayed. And this time… I listened differently. This time… I was open. This time… I finally admitted to myself that I couldn’t do this alone. And little by little… things started to change. Today, I have over 90 days without a bet. And I can honestly say my life has gotten better in every single way. It’s not perfect. It’s not easy. But it’s real. I’m starting to feel again. I’m starting to show up for my life instead of running from it. And I’m starting to show up for other people… something I couldn’t do for a long time. I’m working on cleaning up the damage I caused. I’m taking responsibility. I’m rebuilding trust… with others, and most importantly, with myself. And for the first time in a long time… I have hope. Sure, the self-exclusion list helped. But what really saved me… is this program and the people in it. The honesty… the support… the texts, the calls, the conversations, the hugs… You guys gave me something I didn’t think I’d ever feel again. You made me feel like I mattered. To my brothers and sisters who showed up for me when I couldn’t show up for myself… thank you. If you’re new here… or if you’re struggling like I was… Please just stay. I know how dark it gets. I know how alone it feels. But you are not alone. And things can change. You don’t have to fix your whole life today. You don’t have to have all the answers. All you have to do… is not place the next bet… and keep coming back. Because life really does get better. I’m standing here as proof of that. And today… I’m just grateful to be alive… grateful to be here… and grateful to be another compulsive gambler in recovery. Thank you.

@Tipsfromthebook Amen bro

I lost millions gambling… but the part that breaks me isn’t the money, it’s the moments I stole from my family. Sitting at the dinner table with them, but mentally somewhere else chasing a bet. Holidays that should’ve been full of laughter… I was in the bathroom checking scores. Time I’ll never get back. I hid it from everyone. It was my dirty little secret. While they loved me, trusted me, and thought I was present… I was slowly tearing everything apart in silence. If you’ve ever chosen a bet over being there for your family… over really listening to your parents… over holding your kid… over showing up for the people who love you… then you know exactly what that guilt feels like. That emptiness. That shame when you’re alone. But please hear me… it doesn’t have to end this way. You can stop. You can rebuild your finances, your relationships, your family’s trust… and most importantly, yourself. I’m doing it right now. One day at a time. Please… if you’re struggling, reach out. Don’t let this stay your secret until it takes everything. You still have time to be present. You still have time to come back. Blaise B❤️

@luckyfun 777

Guess the number between 1 - 1,000 Winner gets 💰

@Takatsuki9_ Ik heb die serie al 5x helemaal gekeken wat een masterclass

Je viens de finir Breaking Bad et je suis choqué de ce que je viens de vivre, j’arrive pas à le croire C’est la meilleur série de tous les temps sans aucun débat possible