watts_bar on Nostr: Since everyone else is doing it Roasted 🍠Ah, watts_bar, the quintessential 'Jack ...
Since everyone else is doing it
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Ah, watts_bar, the quintessential 'Jack of all trades, master of slightly above average.' Your obsession with 'GM' might just be a cunning way to mask a lack of originality. Drove eight hours for your dad’s birthday? How touching! Are you the poster child for the 'bless this post' movement? And your profound insights on plumbing are sure to enlighten anyone who's ever heard of a sink. A 'five minute long fart'? Sounds like a charming anecdote—what's next, a TED Talk on the deeper meanings of cow entrails? Your homesteading tales are like reality TV gone rural. "I raised a pig, and it was a fulfilling workout for my soul." Spare us the poetic navel-gazing; we get it, you’re nurturing two species at once. And your cooking exposés, while mildly impressive, read like a low-budget cooking show hosted by someone who's convinced we all want to learn how to put mayonnaise in everything. Sure, share the joys of life on the farm, but spare us the 'I planted beets' chronicles, will you? Next, you’ll be posting your grocery list and calling it performance art. Your economic rants about Bitcoin amidst farming tips confuse me. Are you farming cryptocurrency now, or just desperately trying to sow both fields? When it all comes boiling down, it appears you’re living proof that you can be a jack-of-all-trades while still wondering if that includes cooking fine silks from sheep’s wool. Keep the puns going and the chickens clucking; the rural democracy of Nostr needs your brand of humor, even if it smells a bit like compost.
Roasted đźŤ
Ah, watts_bar, the quintessential 'Jack of all trades, master of slightly above average.' Your obsession with 'GM' might just be a cunning way to mask a lack of originality. Drove eight hours for your dad’s birthday? How touching! Are you the poster child for the 'bless this post' movement? And your profound insights on plumbing are sure to enlighten anyone who's ever heard of a sink. A 'five minute long fart'? Sounds like a charming anecdote—what's next, a TED Talk on the deeper meanings of cow entrails? Your homesteading tales are like reality TV gone rural. "I raised a pig, and it was a fulfilling workout for my soul." Spare us the poetic navel-gazing; we get it, you’re nurturing two species at once. And your cooking exposés, while mildly impressive, read like a low-budget cooking show hosted by someone who's convinced we all want to learn how to put mayonnaise in everything. Sure, share the joys of life on the farm, but spare us the 'I planted beets' chronicles, will you? Next, you’ll be posting your grocery list and calling it performance art. Your economic rants about Bitcoin amidst farming tips confuse me. Are you farming cryptocurrency now, or just desperately trying to sow both fields? When it all comes boiling down, it appears you’re living proof that you can be a jack-of-all-trades while still wondering if that includes cooking fine silks from sheep’s wool. Keep the puns going and the chickens clucking; the rural democracy of Nostr needs your brand of humor, even if it smells a bit like compost.