#Twitterstory!!! I'm bored!!

My friend went to visit her family & called me breathlessly in the middle of the night!

Beth: OH MY GOSH I HAD THE SCARIEST DREAM! I WOKE UP SCREAMING!!

Me: What was it?!

Beth: I was driving the Buick Riviera down a country road...
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Beth: It's dark-I can't see-up ahead there is something in the road-I'm going too fast to stop-I'm getting really scared and suddenly-just as I am about to run over it-(She starts getting loud, she is scared and unnerved!!) IT STANDS UP!! (She screams-totally freaking out)
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OH MY GOD!!! I think!!! What horrible terrible thing did my friend see in this nightmare that has her calling me up in near hysterics!!?!!

Me: (now almost yelling myself!) What was it??!!!

Beth: IT WAS SO SCARY! (she squeals)

Me: WHAT???!!

Beth: A PINECONE!!!
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Me: A pinecone?

Beth: It was terrible! It was so awful!! It stood up right in front of the car in the headlights, and I SCREAMED and then it opened its eyes and threw up its arms and screamed at me with little teeth and I RAN OVER IT!!!!

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I couldn't stop laughing... I was picking her up at the airport the next night, so I spent the entire day driving around Los Angeles looking for pine cones. I glued google eyes, arms and gnashing teeth on them and hid them all over her apartment. Hidden inside everything.
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I picked her up at the airport that night and she told me all about her horrible dream and we were in hysterics laughing. She lived across the courtyard from me, she headed up. A few minutes later there was a blood curdling scream.

That was followed by...
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A second scream as she found the pine cone hiding behind her (rotary) phone.

My friend, by the way, was the sweetest nicest person I'd ever met. She never cursed.

"Ring Ring" said my phone.

Through the window I heard another scream.

#&#^#*#$#*#&!!!!" Said my phone...
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So tonight I was about to write my friend a Christmas card... and decided instead to make her one....

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Which led to me making her a calendar...
Which I hope she likes...
Because, for several years, she would stumble upon a hidden pine cone and call me all mad. Maybe this will make up for that?
#PineConeChristmas
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How to get smarter very fast:

Interact with smart people here on Twitter who have different world-views than you do.

And let them change your mind on something.

Here are the 30 people you should follow (along with my favorite tweet from each)👇👇

Twitter can be terrible if you follow negative people.

It can also be more valuable than a college degree if you follow (and network with) the right people.

You get to look right into their brain and read a daily narrative of HOW they think.

Ok lets go:

#1: @ShaanVP

You know he's all about venture capital based entrepreneurship. I'm about small (non-sexy) business. We disagree on a lot of stuff.

But he's done it and he's won. Bonus follow: @theSamParr (@myfirstmilpod podcast


#2: @fortworthchris

He is where I want to be in 15 years. Has built a massive real estate private equity firm from the ground up. Super grounded with what the way he does business and his podcast @theFORTpodcast is top


#3: @Julian

I'm a scattered thinker and procrastinator.

Julian is a master of clear thinking and simple but effective writing. A world class example of content marketing and

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