Just closed a $75,000 deal

healzer said:

This morning I got up, opened my Gmail and had an interesting email...
A company wants to pay me 75k for developing custom piece of software, a few hours later we had a deal.

But then I really woke up and realized that...

Have a nice weekend everyone

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That dream will soon be realize guy. Keep it up!

where's the joke at?

Ha ha ha pure Clickbait.

Hope this will not happen to who all are dreaming to make big deals...

Best of luck

Oh fuk, nice dude! What you going to do with those ..... 0 dollars?

lol you little...

I can't see the image

jiungsong said:

I can't see the image

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Get your head out of the box!

Neon said:

Here

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At first, i thought you joking with me.

And then i see your avatar.

I officially offended.

Neon said:

wow

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here we go again

i hope you have tgrm dreams every day .....

hope one day it comes real good luck mate!

Dream on ,dream on.

And I thought my jokes were bad

This morning, I got up, logged into Black Hat World, and saw this thread.

I realised it was a dream, but then I woke up and realised that my dream was a dream.

But then I really woke up and realised that...

All of us, we don't actually exist. We're just a part of the Wind Fish's dream and everything we do is pointless.

Directed by M. Night Shyamalan

Zwielicht said:

This morning, I got up, logged into Black Hat World, and saw this thread.

I realised it was a dream, but then I woke up and realised that my dream was a dream.

But then I really woke up and realised that...

All of us, we don't actually exist. We're just a part of the Wind Fish's dream and everything we do is pointless.

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This thread, is the embodiment of your video, from 1:56 to 2:00

That poor bastard was so pumped up about his red mushroom, only to have to wake up, starving with no food in his cabinet. It was the final straw. The farmer would end his life, if he couldn't produce food. As he walked back from his barren silos, he had an idea. He would pitch an idea to a banker, and ask for some compensation. Well, that was a nice way of saying, he was going to shove a pitch fork up a bankers ass for some gold to buy some food. Banks be damned. It was a holiday. He would starve no longer. The walk home was surprisingly brisk. He went to his loot chest, and pulled out one rope. Using a combination of up, left, left, up, right, b, a, left, b, left, a, start, he tied himself a noose.

Looking for a place to tie it on his ceiling, he cursed the architects, for putting sheet rock everywhere. He hated the popcorn texture. How was he supposed to fix cracks when the foundation moved, and the paint split in the corner? None of this mattered to him. He could not figure out why he wasn't programmed to jump. So he couldn't get on top of his table, to reach the roof. The farmer walked in front of his bed, and wrapped a few lines around the bed post. The other end was placed around his neck. As he sat down, he looked to the left and right once more. It seemed the house didn't care what it would be hosting. His vision began to darken. It was cold. Uninviting. Sterile. Clean. Perhaps too clean. His view faded to black, until he saw the red mushroom once again. He had made it to heaven.

Game over.

Great journey, will follow!