It’s a stickman. His tongue is out. His dick is out. There is no hidden meaning. No lore. No “roadmap.” He is not a brand. He is not a movement. He is a stickman with his tongue and dick out. That's it.
Memes were dumb on purpose. Stupid fucking MS Paint memes. Trollface. Rage comics. Grainy JPEGs that looked like they’d been emailed through a microwave. No “context thread.” No “part 7.” No “here’s why this is actually problematic.” You saw it, you got it, you laughed, you moved the fuck on.
Now? Now it’s AI slop. Infinite, bland, shiny, soulless unfunny sludge. A thousand identical “memes” generated by a machine that has never felt joy, posted by accounts that have never had an original thought. And if it’s not slop, it’s the same fucking cats and dogs doing nothing.
This meme doesn’t beg you to like it. It just stands there, dick out, refusing to evolve. Like the internet should’ve done.
This is crypto culture in its natural habitat. If you want fundamentals, go read a 40-page PDF and pretend you understand it. This is a stickman with his dick out. That’s the thesis.
Click the button and it’ll send the contract address straight into your fucking clipboard.
Just a stickman with his dick out and an internet that desperately needs to remember that being stupid is the fucking point.
“The thesis is simple. He's a stickman with his dick out”
— guy who hit 100x on motherfucking meme