So, crap of little value? Valuable stones don’t sell for a paltry hundred bucks. That’s chump change. You could make a better living delivering for doordash. But then you’d have to actually make an effort, and you and I both known that a lazy old bum like you suffers from terminal work shyness.
Maybe you managed to convince a few kids that you’re some big gem salesman or artist or whatever, but we can see your lifestyle. You’re broke as shit. Your place is fit for a junkie squat. Your clothes look like you fished them out of a donation bin after everyone else has had their pick. You’re a loser, an old bum, dude.
You ruined your life and now it’s too late. You have nothing. No career, no family, no children, nothing. Ironically, the only people who will even notice when you die—other than your neighbors after the stench of decay overpowers the usual stench of your house—will be your haters on this website. You’ll get a nice front page announcement; people will keep talking here for a while; then even this place will forget you. Maybe one day a bunch of kids will be scouring the internet for lolcow content and stumble upon your thread. ”Look at that bum,” they’ll say and move on. Your entire life legacy.
So, please, do keep throwing around fancy names for gravel.