goldfishthumb1 on Nostr: This afternoon, something amazing happened. If you’re not on the edge of your seat, ...
This afternoon, something amazing happened. If you’re not on the edge of your seat, you need to get there, and quickly.
Having achieved the proper posture for this disclosure, you may read on, confident that your attention span will afterward return to its normal three-second limit.
And so, dear reader, you may ask: Did I figure out what Web3 is? Nope. Did I convert a piece of my artwork to an NFT and auction it off to a red carpet celeb for enough greenbacks to buy another Audi R8? Nope.
I finished my first jar of Oshi’s Hodl Butter.
I had been carefully rationing my consumption of Hodl Butter over the past several days, enjoying each delightful bite with the patient determination of a hiker sipping the last few drops of potable water from his thermos.
And thus the final tiny sporkful awaited me upon opening the jar whilst my afternoon coffee slowly brewed. Knowing that this would be the last foray into cinnamon-pecan superpower fuel, I turned on “Party Hard” by Andrew WK, got my combo move ready, and exclaimed “GET OVER HERE!” as I did a deep dive into the jar at warp nine.
Hodl Butter may be enjoyed in a variety of servingways.
If you wonder about the last word in the previous sentence, you might as well ask if your next phone’s form factor will be available in your favorite colorway.
Clutch, downshift, back to the story. Hodl Butter is, for the purist, best enjoyed neat, chilled, served on a taste-neutral titanium spork, accompanied by a sip of black local coffee. This is indeed the method by which I savored the final bit of pecan paradise.
As any avid guitarist will attest, not all songs can be played with a pick. The technical prowess required for true mastery of the instrument calls for a familiarity with all playing styles, to be called upon instantly to befit the stylistic need of the tune; the same may truly be said of eating gourmet foods.
That said, I switched from spork to fingerstyle eating quicker than Kerry King playing nunchuck table tennis with Art Garfunkel as I cleaned the final molecules of Hodl Butter from the jar.
Since Hodl Butter has no greasy chemical additives that require industrial cleaners to remove, hot water and a quick wipe-down with a towel was all it took to restore a showroom shine to the jar and lid. I took them outside and snapped a quick photo to remember the afternoon’s final, delightful escapade.
By returning the jar to Oshi, I intend to make like Deepak Chopra and manifest a lower manufacturing cost for future Hodl Butter orders. Every little bit counts in this burgeoning economy of Bitcoin business, and it may help make the summer weather even more awesome too.
As I breathed a sigh of wonder at the completion of my gourmet fiesta, I went to the fridge to grab some iced tea and was nearly overcome by a rush of exhilaration not unlike finding a hydro-massage table awaiting me after a two-week marathon trek across the post-apocalyptic wasteland of the future.
In the fathomless depths of despair over my final tiny bit of Hodl Butter being on its gleeful trip to my anxiously awaiting stomach, I had forgotten that I had ordered another jar of Hodl Butter!
And there my second jar sat, Banana Chocolate Chip Hodl Bar perched triumphantly atop with the polished professionalism of a classically-trained ballet dancer.
Having a profoundly poor memory serves to frustrate my daily activities to no end, but there are shining moments like this where my enfeebled brain works more like a Swiss Army knife and less like a pry bar.
May this short article be a stark reminder to all those who begin their Oshi adventure to have a second jar of Hodl Butter at the ready. The fateful day whereupon your first jar runs dry will arrive like Bigfoot to an unsuspecting campsite.
#hodlbutter #oshi #Bitcoin #foodstr
Having achieved the proper posture for this disclosure, you may read on, confident that your attention span will afterward return to its normal three-second limit.
And so, dear reader, you may ask: Did I figure out what Web3 is? Nope. Did I convert a piece of my artwork to an NFT and auction it off to a red carpet celeb for enough greenbacks to buy another Audi R8? Nope.
I finished my first jar of Oshi’s Hodl Butter.
I had been carefully rationing my consumption of Hodl Butter over the past several days, enjoying each delightful bite with the patient determination of a hiker sipping the last few drops of potable water from his thermos.
And thus the final tiny sporkful awaited me upon opening the jar whilst my afternoon coffee slowly brewed. Knowing that this would be the last foray into cinnamon-pecan superpower fuel, I turned on “Party Hard” by Andrew WK, got my combo move ready, and exclaimed “GET OVER HERE!” as I did a deep dive into the jar at warp nine.
Hodl Butter may be enjoyed in a variety of servingways.
If you wonder about the last word in the previous sentence, you might as well ask if your next phone’s form factor will be available in your favorite colorway.
Clutch, downshift, back to the story. Hodl Butter is, for the purist, best enjoyed neat, chilled, served on a taste-neutral titanium spork, accompanied by a sip of black local coffee. This is indeed the method by which I savored the final bit of pecan paradise.
As any avid guitarist will attest, not all songs can be played with a pick. The technical prowess required for true mastery of the instrument calls for a familiarity with all playing styles, to be called upon instantly to befit the stylistic need of the tune; the same may truly be said of eating gourmet foods.
That said, I switched from spork to fingerstyle eating quicker than Kerry King playing nunchuck table tennis with Art Garfunkel as I cleaned the final molecules of Hodl Butter from the jar.
Since Hodl Butter has no greasy chemical additives that require industrial cleaners to remove, hot water and a quick wipe-down with a towel was all it took to restore a showroom shine to the jar and lid. I took them outside and snapped a quick photo to remember the afternoon’s final, delightful escapade.
By returning the jar to Oshi, I intend to make like Deepak Chopra and manifest a lower manufacturing cost for future Hodl Butter orders. Every little bit counts in this burgeoning economy of Bitcoin business, and it may help make the summer weather even more awesome too.
As I breathed a sigh of wonder at the completion of my gourmet fiesta, I went to the fridge to grab some iced tea and was nearly overcome by a rush of exhilaration not unlike finding a hydro-massage table awaiting me after a two-week marathon trek across the post-apocalyptic wasteland of the future.
In the fathomless depths of despair over my final tiny bit of Hodl Butter being on its gleeful trip to my anxiously awaiting stomach, I had forgotten that I had ordered another jar of Hodl Butter!
And there my second jar sat, Banana Chocolate Chip Hodl Bar perched triumphantly atop with the polished professionalism of a classically-trained ballet dancer.
Having a profoundly poor memory serves to frustrate my daily activities to no end, but there are shining moments like this where my enfeebled brain works more like a Swiss Army knife and less like a pry bar.
May this short article be a stark reminder to all those who begin their Oshi adventure to have a second jar of Hodl Butter at the ready. The fateful day whereupon your first jar runs dry will arrive like Bigfoot to an unsuspecting campsite.
#hodlbutter #oshi #Bitcoin #foodstr