You were right there. Fartcoin was on your screen. On your feed. In your group chat. In your dreams. You even bookmarked the chart. But you couldn’t click buy. You bought some “AI x GameFi x Real World Asset x Memecoin” fusion garbage instead. You chased a presale on a website with six typos and a Telegram that hasn’t been online since TGE. You deserve what’s coming. Meanwhile, Fartcoin didn’t beg. It didn’t promise. It existed. Honest. Pure. Flatulent. You had April. You had early May. Hell, even now it’s still under a hundred billion and you’re scratching your head wondering if it’s too late. Brother, it’s already too late for you. You never wanted generational wealth. You wanted adrenaline. You wanted endorphins. You wanted the 17-minute pump and the “bought low sold high” story for Discord. You wanted to be the main character. But you’re an NPC, farting around on Solana, asking “dev when” in rugs with 4 holders and zero volume. Meanwhile, the real ones held. Through the early dumps. Through the mockery. Through the disbelief. We embraced the stink. Now you’re mad at us. Mad we made it. Mad we kept posting. Mad we didn’t let you forget. But be honest; you’re not mad at us. You’re mad that you’re not one of us. Fries still in the bag. And we’re still farting.