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GorgeousDevil
NEET
- Apr 14, 2022
- 106
I am the loneliest man who has ever lived, apart from this forum, there is no one in society who can phantom the story of my life. For you see, I'm a NEET, and a slayer...
No matter where I go, I can never so much as hint about my lifestyle, without stirring up deep resentment. Society is usually a spectrum ranging from losers to winners. No matter where you are on this spectrum, you can find likeminded people within your respective group. But not me...
Losers can not handle to hear my tales of sexual conquests, they cannot cope with a world reality where I achieve their lifetime of sexual achievements, in just one of my many "perfect weeks" (sex with a new girl every day of the week).
But similarly I also cannot socialize with societies winners. For at the end of the day, even your favorite celebrity gigachad superstar has to show up to work. When societies winners realize I'm living the dream life on the tax-payers dime, without an ounce of work, even they cannot contain their jealousy.
How did I become this god-like figure, you ask? Well sit down my little buddy, and marvel at my tale...
You see, in the country where I live, the NEET benefits are not far from the salary you'd get from a normal job, there is only one caveat: You're only entitled to it if you need it.
This means that if you have savings, or things you could sell, or even a working partner, you are no longer entitled to live the dream.
So how did I then - a mere mortal from a humble upbringing - become the legend you so boldly admire today?
Good question, you see there is a loophole in the system, invisible to the naked eye but no match for my superior intellect. You see, when they are counting your assets (or wealth in my case), there are 2 assets which are not included: Your "primary vehicle of transportation" and your "primary dwelling".
Therefore, I was able to careermax my way into buying a mansion way back when house prices were managable. I was living the conventional dream: Rich SoB, but never have time to live life due to work.
One day however I was downsized. But cry for me not, as I first received a generous exit package, and later sued the company for a whole years worth of wages.
To my absolute shock, the settlement sum was considered some kind of "emotional damage" which is not counted when the government decides if you're eligible for benefits. The only warning I received, was that I would have to sell my car collection.
But fear not, for a hero's tale is not so quickly over. Although I did sell my cars, I realized I was still allowed to own 1 "primary vehicle of transportation", which did not include any cap of value. So instead of putting the car sales into my savings (which would have reduced my benefits) I took out all my savings, to buy the most expensive-looking (slightly used) Bentley I could find.
I was at this stage allowed 100% max of government benefits, plus an extra "emergency funds supplement" for having such a high mortgage. All the while living in a mansion driving a Bentley. Meanwhile there are broke suckers who get nothing, because their partner working means they aren't entitled.
This was damn near two decades ago, and yet the money is still rolling in. Once per year I get a phonecall from the benefits agency to check how my job hunting is going, to which I've learnt by now that their treats means nothing.
My daily life consists of a rinse-repeat schedule of gaming (on my most insane home theater setup, I can assure you), gymmaxxing, and finding & consumption of foids.
I would like to make one thing very clear, the kinds of foids whom I've devoured, are not of your typical stock. With the spare time that my lifestyle has afforded me, I've developed & perfected a system.
Don't get me wrong, my motto will always be "quantity over quality", but I just wanted to point out that regardless, the quality is to die for. In case you were concerned for my wellbeing.
How do I slay such goddesses, you ask?
One word, Beta-buxxing! Though I'm most aware this will infuriate some, the reason why it has this effect on buttholes, is because IT WORKS!
When I roll up in my Bentley, wearing designer from head to toe, and I take & treat them to a fancy restaurant. A D is about to be buried that night, and it's not yours, buddy boyo.
What the masses of the blackpill and bluepill alike don't get about beta-buxxing, is that it's all about how you divide it. FLAUNT WEALTH, but 99% of it should be in reusable assets like your house and cars. Only 1% is invested in that first-date dinner. If I decide to try another one of her holes for another night, I simply pretend that I'm busy with work so let's eat in for that night. Therefore the cost of beta-buxxing a new foid into my rotation is well within my means.
Boyos. What you have witnessed is a plan perfectly executed for two decades, told for the first time on the internet. Whether this information will materialize itself as hurt in your rectum, or as a beam of light directing your future, is up to you each individually.
I bid you farewell. This is GorgeousDevil, Remember the name! For if your girl categorize me as the guy you shouldn't worry about, I'd cut my losses and head into the sunset for a fresh start.
No matter where I go, I can never so much as hint about my lifestyle, without stirring up deep resentment. Society is usually a spectrum ranging from losers to winners. No matter where you are on this spectrum, you can find likeminded people within your respective group. But not me...
Losers can not handle to hear my tales of sexual conquests, they cannot cope with a world reality where I achieve their lifetime of sexual achievements, in just one of my many "perfect weeks" (sex with a new girl every day of the week).
But similarly I also cannot socialize with societies winners. For at the end of the day, even your favorite celebrity gigachad superstar has to show up to work. When societies winners realize I'm living the dream life on the tax-payers dime, without an ounce of work, even they cannot contain their jealousy.
How did I become this god-like figure, you ask? Well sit down my little buddy, and marvel at my tale...
You see, in the country where I live, the NEET benefits are not far from the salary you'd get from a normal job, there is only one caveat: You're only entitled to it if you need it.
This means that if you have savings, or things you could sell, or even a working partner, you are no longer entitled to live the dream.
So how did I then - a mere mortal from a humble upbringing - become the legend you so boldly admire today?
Good question, you see there is a loophole in the system, invisible to the naked eye but no match for my superior intellect. You see, when they are counting your assets (or wealth in my case), there are 2 assets which are not included: Your "primary vehicle of transportation" and your "primary dwelling".
Therefore, I was able to careermax my way into buying a mansion way back when house prices were managable. I was living the conventional dream: Rich SoB, but never have time to live life due to work.
One day however I was downsized. But cry for me not, as I first received a generous exit package, and later sued the company for a whole years worth of wages.
To my absolute shock, the settlement sum was considered some kind of "emotional damage" which is not counted when the government decides if you're eligible for benefits. The only warning I received, was that I would have to sell my car collection.
But fear not, for a hero's tale is not so quickly over. Although I did sell my cars, I realized I was still allowed to own 1 "primary vehicle of transportation", which did not include any cap of value. So instead of putting the car sales into my savings (which would have reduced my benefits) I took out all my savings, to buy the most expensive-looking (slightly used) Bentley I could find.
I was at this stage allowed 100% max of government benefits, plus an extra "emergency funds supplement" for having such a high mortgage. All the while living in a mansion driving a Bentley. Meanwhile there are broke suckers who get nothing, because their partner working means they aren't entitled.
This was damn near two decades ago, and yet the money is still rolling in. Once per year I get a phonecall from the benefits agency to check how my job hunting is going, to which I've learnt by now that their treats means nothing.
My daily life consists of a rinse-repeat schedule of gaming (on my most insane home theater setup, I can assure you), gymmaxxing, and finding & consumption of foids.
I would like to make one thing very clear, the kinds of foids whom I've devoured, are not of your typical stock. With the spare time that my lifestyle has afforded me, I've developed & perfected a system.
Don't get me wrong, my motto will always be "quantity over quality", but I just wanted to point out that regardless, the quality is to die for. In case you were concerned for my wellbeing.
How do I slay such goddesses, you ask?
One word, Beta-buxxing! Though I'm most aware this will infuriate some, the reason why it has this effect on buttholes, is because IT WORKS!
When I roll up in my Bentley, wearing designer from head to toe, and I take & treat them to a fancy restaurant. A D is about to be buried that night, and it's not yours, buddy boyo.
What the masses of the blackpill and bluepill alike don't get about beta-buxxing, is that it's all about how you divide it. FLAUNT WEALTH, but 99% of it should be in reusable assets like your house and cars. Only 1% is invested in that first-date dinner. If I decide to try another one of her holes for another night, I simply pretend that I'm busy with work so let's eat in for that night. Therefore the cost of beta-buxxing a new foid into my rotation is well within my means.
Boyos. What you have witnessed is a plan perfectly executed for two decades, told for the first time on the internet. Whether this information will materialize itself as hurt in your rectum, or as a beam of light directing your future, is up to you each individually.
I bid you farewell. This is GorgeousDevil, Remember the name! For if your girl categorize me as the guy you shouldn't worry about, I'd cut my losses and head into the sunset for a fresh start.
