You literally cannot sell to someone more than 30 IQ points below you To them you sound like a guy talking weird & weird means scam This is why your 160 IQ friend is broke & some 115 with a podcast has a Lambo 115 is the richest IQ on earth. Smart enough to see the play, dumb enough to explain it so 100 million people get it The genius is writing 9 paragraphs about "incentive structures" to an audience of 40 If you're actually smart, the most profitable thing you can do is hire a 115 to talk for you If you're a 115, shut up & enjoy it

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I did not regret watching this to the end. I enjoyed it immensely, in fact.

It’s not about the zoo tickets, it’s that at some point I looked up from my paycheck and realized OH, cool, I’m apparently funding the welfare state, Big Pharma, foreign countries, “Learing Centers,” government programs I’ve never heard of, Planned Fucking Parenthood, and seventeen layers of bureaucracy whose primary function appears to be emailing each other PDFs; meanwhile, I pay taxes when I earn money, taxes when I spend money, taxes to employ people, taxes on property I ALREADY OWN, taxes go up every year anyway, the school district discovers another $75,000,000 it absolutely cannot survive without, and if I so much as raise my hand and ask whether maybe, possibly, perhaps somebody could spend slightly less money, I am informed that I hate teachers, children, puppies and probably literacy, and NOW after financing civilization itself I’m also supposed to smile and subsidize someone’s trip to see the giraffes. Know what I mean?

You ever scroll at three in the morning? That’s when they bring out the special people. The daytime people have gone to bed. Now we get a woman frying an egg on her husband. Let’s see what else is on. Here’s a guy teaching you how to win a fight against a goose. Apparently you grab him behind the neck. Then what? You’re still at the park holding a goose. His wife’s coming over. Now you’ve got a whole goose situation. Little farther down, a pastor reviewing vibrators. He’s against them, but he’s very thorough. This one gets hot. This one’s too loud. This one gave his wife a personal relationship with God. He wants it discontinued. Oh, here’s a guy telling us what they don’t want us to know. I love these guys. Never tell you who “they” are. Could be the government. Could be the people downstairs. Tonight they don’t want us to know about celery. I’m with them on that one. Keep going. A woman’s giving her dead husband’s clothes to a monkey. Well, that’s nice. Somebody ought to use them. The monkey’s wearing his little golf shirt. Oh, she’s upset. Apparently the monkey looks just like him. I’d give him the clubs. See if he comes home drunk. Here’s a young couple asking their unborn baby to choose its own name. She’s gonna read the names out loud, and when the baby kicks, that’s the one. So far, nothing. I’d try “Get Me the Fuck Out of Here.” That might get a response. Oh, this is nice. A man’s had his mother’s ashes made into a bowling ball. She always liked getting out on Thursdays. He says she’s finally at peace. She’s about to hit ten fucking pins, buddy. Give her a minute. Right underneath that, a therapist says we all grieve differently. Good. I’d hate to find out everybody was bowling their mother. Now a doctor says you can learn a lot from looking at your shit. Color, shape, texture. He’s got a chart. Forty different kinds of shit. Mine’s not on there. Now I’m worried. Three in the morning, I’m sitting on the toilet, and apparently I’ve produced an independent release. I’ll send him a picture. He’s got his messages turned off. Well, open them up, Doc. You got me into this. Let’s see what else we’ve got. A woman teaching her dog to say “I love you.” He’s close. Sounds more like “Get fucked,” but she’s happy. And here’s a man telling us we’re wasting our lives looking at our phones. He’s right. I’m putting it down. Oh, wait. The goose guy’s in the hospital.

What are your other ones called? Fartbook, Rippit, TikToot and Snapshat?

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