osteo really helps the autistic!!

I don't care.

Please.
Most of these guys are advising for those just trying to get rich quick, so they're saying to switch out stock to the freshest meme as soon as the demand for the currently dank stuff starts to dip a bit.
A real economemeticist knows that you have to build a diverse portfolio of memes, both new and established. The Meme War proved that investment in a meme that was at an all-time low can end up with a huge profit. We were at a point where even the rarest of Pepes had next to no value, yet after the election, even a basic Pepe was incredibly dank.
Granted, that was due almost entirely to the acquisition of the meme rights for Pepe by Kek Interplanetary, which caused a restriction of the trade and distribution in both U.S. and international markets, but it was still an unexpected turn, even counting the legacy of upheaval brought about by Kek

What I'm trying to get across is that this isn't some game you can play for a few days and git gud at. You have to diversify your investments, or stick with something that only gains value, like smug anime girls or Jojo content. If you really want to profit, though, you need to be able to edit. Edits are where the magic happens.
For example, look at this Jojo edit. It's simple, but it works. It's not the dankest thing out there, but it's gotten its share of lulz, and I'm in this for long-term wealth, so it's not my only edit.

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Today on How They Do It : Plumbuses.
Everyone has a plumbus in their home. First they take the dingle bop and they smooth it out with a bunch of schleem. The schleem is then...repurposed for later batches.
They take the dingle bop and they push it through the grumbo, where the fleeb is rubbed against it. It's important that the fleeb is rubbed, becasue the fleeb has all the fleeb juice.
Then, a schlami shows up, and he rubs it...and spits on it.
They cut the fleeb. There's several hizzards in the way.
The blamfs rub against the chumbles, and the...plubis, and grumbo are shaved away.
That leaves you with...a regular old plumbus.

ASIANS CAN ACTUALLY READ MINDS!!!!!!!!!!!!
they can hear, and see what your visually thinking
this is the complete truth
The reason a lot of Asians have completely expressionless faces, segregate from everybody else-only associate with Asians and don’t associate with non Asians that much, and are very unfriendly in general is to avoid accidentally revealing that they can read minds. If all over a billion Asians where to show facial expressions all the time just as much as non Asians, integrate and associate with non Asians much more, and be much more friendly and talkative,

then a lot of them might accidentally reveal that they can read minds by accidentally showing a facial expression or dirty look when someone thinks, or visually pictures something in their mind they don’t like, find astonishing, or funny etc because those people might see that and and really wonder what that was that just happened there and see the connection, and they might accidentally say something similar to what the person was just thinking and going to say. If they all associated with non Asians a lot more then there would be a lot more people around for them to accidentally show facial expressions when those people think things they don’t like etc, so they segregate and only associate with Asians so there won’t be anyone around for them to see that and have any accidents happen in the first place.

Try thinking, best yet visually picturing in your mind something absolutely crazy as you possibly can when you are around Asians, and try looking for Asians who give people particular looks, especially dirty looks for what appears to be for completely no reason, that is them giving people looks when they hear and visually see someone thinking something they don’t like, find astonishing, or funny etc.
I know this may sound crazy, impossible and unbelievable, BUT IT ISN’T CRAZY WHEN ITS TRUE
You have to spread the message!!!!!
The world has to know about this!!!!!

Feeling something hot and hard rubbing underneath him, Ghlariknee froze once again. Squeezing his grip on the Demon's wrist, the Sanghelli demanded, "Stop it."

"Why?" Master Chief questioned, doing it again as his breathing hitched a bit.

Ghlariknee growled, feeling his own need rise within him, "This is not right. The Sacred Acts are something to be cherished, Demon. Not taken or shared with someone such as yourself."

"If you don't want to share, I'll just take what I want." The currently, not-quite-thinking-right Spartan growled, continuing his lower bodily movements.

Ghlariknee gasped at the unexpected pleasure, his grip slackening. Something the Demon took full advantage of as the Elite suddenly found himself pinned much closer to the Chief than he wanted, "You are... the mists have affected you... much more than it... should have."

The Demon grunted, taking advantage of the bodily contact to rub more fully and effectively against the Sanghelli, "Feels... so good..."

“Brilliant.” Lara Croft suppressed a revolted shudder and turned around, shrugging off her backpack and setting it down on the stone bricks at her feet. “Get yourself ready, Duke Nukem.”

Lara reached down and unzipped her shorts, still not quite believing what she was about to do. She slipped her shorts down over the gentle curve of her butt and felt the warm tropic breeze caress her bare skin. Her undergarment slipped down with the shorts just below her buttocks.

“Oh…damn.” Duke said in a low voice. “You’ve got such a fine…”

“Finish that sentence and I’ll shoot you.” Lara snarled over her shoulder. Cursing under her breath, Lara reached between her legs and began caressing her tender folds, trying to recall her favorite romance novels. The wetter she was, the less unpleasant the next few minutes would be. “Now are you ready or not?”

"Is she a bikini model or an extraterrestrial killing machine?" he thought as she got closer and closer with each step. He forgot to be afraid for a moment, and then quickly realized she was standing next to his bed. He looked up at her 7 foot frame and crawled to the edge of the bed, almost falling off. He tried to calm himself and relax. He knew that whatever sensory organs xenomorphs had that hers were focused on him. He could see her thighs and abdomen in the soft orange glow of the light source behind the bed. He could see the shiny, black, armored, exoskeleton plating. The plating looked different too. It was arranged in a pattern resembling human musculature. Abs, side oblique muscles, quadriceps and so on. His fear returned when she moved. She did something he wasn't expecting. She sat on the bed.

Captain Planet was similarly perplexed. He felt momentarily bad about the Nietzsche quip, and wondered if the dark lord was often similarly misinterpreted. Power did radiate from him like the sun, ready to be captured and used by a solar panel. Enough to easily supply a small city. If only there was a way for their forces to be combined…if there was no good and evil, surely this couldn’t be wrong? He took another tentative step forward, this one matched by the dark Lord. Every fiber of their beings is alight with anticipation. Then another step is taken, and another and then.
They kiss and the ground trembles beneath their feet. Then it crumbles. In the heat of passion Captain Planet has summoned the power of Earth—because Voldemort rocks his world. Locked in embrace they hover over the fresh crevice. Tongues desperately searching each other’s mouths like Al Gore searching for a way to save every polar bear. They slowly descend into the warm earth.