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Everything is priced in.

    AKA the ‘Priced in copypasta’ is a post from r/wallstreetbets by u/zsd99 in 2019. Its a circlejerk on why the market doesn’t move the way people wants it to by saying its already priced in.

    Everything is priced in.
     
    Don't even ask the question. The answer is yes, it's priced in. Think Amazon will beat the next earnings? That's already been priced in. You work at the drive thru for Mickey D's and found out that the burgers are made of human meat? Priced in. You think insiders don't already know that? The market is an all powerful, all encompassing being that knows the very inner workings of your subconscious before you were even born. Your very existence was priced in decades ago when the market was valuing Standard Oil's expected future earnings based on population growth that would lead to your birth, what age you would get a car, how many times you would drive your car every week, how many times you take the bus/train, etc. Anything you can think of has already been priced in, even the things you aren't thinking of. You have no original thoughts. Your consciousness is just an illusion, a product of the omniscent market. Free will is a myth. The market sees all, knows all and will be there from the beginning of time until the end of the universe (the market has already priced in the heat death of the universe). So please, before you make a post on wsb asking whether AAPL has priced in earpods 11 sales or whatever, know that it has already been priced in and don't ask such a dumb fucking question again. 

    Sagar is everywhere.

      By u/jeezluiz03, commenting on a post about how Sagar seems to have already interviewed yet another future world champion in chess.

      Sagar is everywhere. You know that one astronaut meme where they realize something about Earth once they’re up there? It’s actually just Sagar. Sagar is the Earth. Sagar will always be there, and has been there, since the dawn of time. When the world was first created billions of years ago, Sagar was there. He is both here and there at the same time. Sagar knows what Victoria’s secret is. Sagar knows what time it is at all times. Sagar knows why the chicken crossed the road. Sagar sees you when you’re sleeping. He knows when you’re awake, or if you’ve been bad, or even good. Sagar is truth. Sagar is life. Sagar is inevitable. 

      The fact that so many books still name the Beatles as “the greatest or most significant or most influential” rock band ever only tells you how far rock music still is from becoming a serious art.

        Its a quote from an old article by Piero Scaruffi of the Beatles that is often reposted as a copypasta.

        The fact that so many books still name the Beatles as "the greatest or most significant or most influential" rock band ever only tells you how far rock music still is from becoming a serious art. Jazz critics have long recognized that the greatest jazz musicians of all time are Duke Ellington and John Coltrane, who were not the most famous or richest or best sellers of their times, let alone of all time. Classical critics rank the highly controversial Beethoven over classical musicians who were highly popular in courts around Europe. Rock critics, instead, are still blinded by commercial success. The Beatles sold more than anyone else (not true, by the way), therefore they must have been the greatest. Jazz critics grow up listening to a lot of jazz music of the past, classical critics grow up listening to a lot of classical music of the past. Rock critics are often totally ignorant of the rock music of the past, they barely know the best sellers. 

        Bruh how tf do you talk to girls 😭😭

          Bruh how tf do you talk to girls 😭😭
          
          Ong women scare me. Whenever some chick in school acknowledges my existence my eyes start watering and shit like am I fuckin allergic to females? I told my mom about it and she just started dying bruh I'm out here getting clowned by my own mom💀💀💀 

          I saw Jacob Elordi at a store in Los Angeles yesterday

            Its an edited version of the Flying Lotus copypasta but changed to Jacob Elordi with Kingdom Hearts in the mix. It came after he revealed that Kingdom Hearts is his favorite video game of all time.

            I saw Jacob Elordi at a store in Los Angeles yesterday. I told him how cool it was to meet him in person, that I also really love kingdom hearts and thought it was great he did too but I didn’t want to be a douche and bother him and ask him for photos or anything. He said, “Oh, like you’re doing now?” I was taken aback, and all I could say was “Huh?” but he kept cutting me off and going “huh? huh? huh?” and closing his hand shut in front of my face. I walked away and continued with my shopping, and I heard him chuckle as I walked off. When I came to pay for my stuff up front I saw him trying to walk out the doors with like fifteen keyblade keychains and shadow plushies in his hands without paying.
            
            The girl at the counter was very nice about it and professional, and was like “Sir, you need to pay for those first.” At first he kept pretending to be tired and not hear her, but eventually turned back around and brought them to the counter.
            
            When she took one of the bars and started scanning it multiple times, he stopped her and told her to scan them each individually “to prevent any electrical infetterence,” and then turned around and winked at me. I don’t even think that’s a word. After she scanned each bar and put them in a bag and started to say the price, he kept interrupting her by singing simple and clean 

            Clark’s desert boots in beeswax, khaki chinos(slim fit)

              From a shitpost comment on r/malefashionadvice responding to someone who said whatever the fad is would look ridiculous when you look back from the future.

              It’s finally happening.
              
              My old buddies have begun to look at old pictures from our youth. The fools. Look at them giggling at silly things they wore in the past. Pretending to enjoy themselves. They must be devastated to know that they once participated in trends. They don’t even realize that I spent years, painstakingly predicting future trends, analyzing millennia of past fashion, and every infographic on the internet for the sole purpose of building the ultimate wardrobe. Something beyond trends. Beyond even time itself.
              
              Clark’s desert boots in beeswax, khaki chinos(slim fit), a white button down(also slim fit), and a light blue button down if I’m in a fun mood. This is it. This is what I’ve worn day after day for over thirty years. My entire youth dedicated to this one outfit. This is victory over fashion. This is timeless.
              
              The fools continue to enjoy themselves like idiots. If only they’d have done what I have done they wouldn’t look so stupid right now.
              
              A picture of me finally appears. Just as planned, I’m wearing Clark’s desert boots in beeswax, khaki chinos(slim fit), and a white button down(also slim fit). The exact same thing I’m wearing right now. There’s nothing to say about my outfit. A tingling sensation takes over my entire body as decades of work finally come to a payoff.
              
              They go to the next picture. I’m wearing Clark’s desert boots in beeswax, khaki chinos(slim fit), and a white button down(also slim fit). Again there’s nothing to say. The hairs on the black my neck stand up.
              
              Next picture. Clark’s desert boots in beeswax, khaki chinos(slim fit), and a white button down(also slim fit)! My old friends begin to look at each other. They must realize what I’ve done by now! They are speechless! My heart rate quickens.
              
              Next picture. Clark’s desert boots in beeswax, khaki chinos(slim fit), white button down(also slim fit). The blue button down will never appear because I am never in a fun mood! There is nothing fun about fashion. There is still nothing to say about my outfit. The silence in the room is now deafening. Waves of pleasure begin pulsing around my whole body.
              
              On and on they scroll through old pictures of me trying to find something. Anything different. Even the slightest trend. They will find nothing. Just Clark’s desert boots in beeswax, khaki chinos(slim fit), and a white button down(also slim fit).
              
              My closest friend breaks the silence.
              
              “Why did you dress so boring?” He says.
              
              The waves of pleasure and tingling come to a climax. It’s too intense. I begin to shake. I can only moan out through the sudden muscle spasms.
              
              “Clothes... Make.. THE MAN!”
              
              Silence falls over the room once again. Only my heavy breathing can be heard as my once close friends only stare wide eyed in awe at what they have witnessed. Perfection. Timeless style. Clark’s desert boots in beeswax. Khaki chinos(slim fit), And a white button down(also slim fit). Try as they may to find flaws in this outfit even now they will only make fools of themselves. Without question I have won. I stand up to leave. I smirk then look over my shoulder and say one last time to my friends.
              
              “Clothes make the man”