The Hidden Honeypot 🍯 | EARNS MONEY while YOU WANK

The Hidden Honeypot | EARNS MONEY while YOU WANK

Ever see a sales thread where the “Elite Package” (where you have to pay twice as much) gets you a "refund option?" 😠

Where else besides HF do you pay double for the option of a refund ...as if it's a unique selling point?

For books I've written and sold on HF, not a single Buster Buyer has ever asked for a refund,
and yet I've granted three unsolicited refunds (if you don't believe me then check my previous stuff since I've always refunded people when it didn't work for them...in each one of those cases it was a regional issue and Buster offered a refund before the buyer had a chance to request it).

Maybe I care too much, but I want to make every process of this EASY for you.
Not just the purchase.

👍 Money while you wank... How can you beat that? 👍
In the Hidden Honeypot system,
I teach both the easy way and the hard way (the “hard way” is harder than napping...napping is my only point of reference because I'm a “lazy worker”).

Once you own the Hidden Honeypot system you'll know everything you need to know
to make approx $30/hour without wearing pants at any time.

If you get any hiccups along the way, you'll have access to me every day except this Friday the 23rd.

$30/hour is a conservative estimate because I timed myself and when I timed myself I made $60 per hour BUT

1., I had already churned the honey and run through the system several times before, and
2., I was focused on the Hidden Honeypot (as one might be at a regular job with a boss breathing down your neck).

Only YOU will be working from home (or anywhere you have internet),
with the internet at your fingertips, so you may find yourself distracted by all the madness before you
which can nibble some of that sand from your hourglass.

Look:

My sister's nephew has down syndrome and he made $20/hour doing this after I gave him a double-decaffeinated half caff and he didn't even have this guide; so, if you have down syndrome or if you dawdle you will earn only $20/hour...

...which is chickenfeed.

So don't dawdle, this is easy.
For crying out loud the most he had to do was copy and paste and all I had to do was every now and then toss him a biscuit!

The bottom line?

Once you know the HH formula (like any formula, there's a learning curve,
but you can't achieve anything without the formula),
you'll be able to make money actively when you need it urgently to buy dress shoes,
a new computer, hub caps, energy drinks (just a few examples of the things money can buy),
and also with the one of the bonus guides, passively...AUTOPILOT... so that once you dip your thumb into the honeypot,
your thumb will forever smell like honey just like you've always wanted (and I do mean that figuratively).

We're not through yet.

That's because there is a bonus guide which... a bit embarrassing to say... may be IMMENSELY MORE VALUABLE to you
than the Hidden Honeypot.

Do you see how huge this is?

One day in mid-to-late-2017 I spent a few hours on something I created called HLC (short for HWRC).
I still, to this day, get ~$45/month for what I done that August day. All from HLC!

The 7 page image-free Buster Bonus HLC shows you how easily I pushed that wheel
which still perpetually churns my honey.

If you jeer at ~$45/month, then first of all, partner, you're not thinking straight.
Secondly, that's just the bonus book which I hadn't even planned on including before last night when I decided
that nobody on HF needs a pack of wild horses just to learn how to make a sandwich.

Yes, you read that right.

That $45/month, that is wank money...passive income--MONEY WHILE YOU WANK--which is far more valuable than regular income (regular income is the money that is near-impossible to earn while wanking, though Buster done that before too!).
I'd rather have $100 of passive income than $200 of regular, sewage income.

Is that normal?

Earning income like regular people is fine for those like my dear beloved mother
and my ex-girlfriend's new fiance. But that sucker is a mediocre, run-of-the-mill, cookie-cutter person with vapor for ambition and wide-meshed badminton netting for a purse.

This world needs common people like them.

But there's a catch...

Earning money like regular people is like waking up in a puddle of possum piss and pigeon pubes wearing mohair pajamas and recalling that last night you fugged a pygmy goat with sandpaper genitalia and realizing that the only food in your fridge is a carton of baking soda, mouse droppings, and two cracked cell phone batteries.

That said, you end up driving to the nearest Golden Corral—a buffet-style restaurant.
There are no plates at all in this Golden Corral which doesn't disturb you anymore because it's been the same way every time you go to Golden Corral, so you do what any sensible, run-of-the-mill person would do.

You walk to the buffet with a spoon, scoop up some porridge, walk the spoonful of porridge back to your table, sit down and....finally... eat the bite; then, stand back up to walk back over to the buffet, you fill your spoon again, walk it back to your table...

You repeat this senseless charade each time you're hungry for a the next bite—walking back and forth between the buffet and your table. Because you're a wage earner and you never knew the Hidden Honeypot. You trade an hour of your time for a sliver of peanuts.

At the end of this absurdity,
you look down and realize that you can't smell colors anymore and the clouds are itching your eyes;
you're not clinking thearly; you're barely even a human, darn it.

You're some kind of furless, gray rodent now that you've looked down at your grossly underdeveloped forearms and seen your misshapen body,
realizing that all this time IT WAS YOU who shat in your own fridge.

Why have you done this?

You've spent much longer than necessary just to eat breakfast but your wristwatch fell off your leg because you no longer have opposable thumbs, but you drive back home anyway where you can watch TV for 15 minutes before you'll need to drive back to the restaurant for lunch.

At home, you look into the mirror and all you can see are new wrinkles of cowardice on your face.
Well... that brief, flimsy facade was my life, you murmur to yourself.

You never stuck your neck out too much in life, but life's a little scary you think to yourself.

If only you were a doer more than a spectator, a dreamer more than a downer, maybe this wouldn't have been the way things turned out.

If only that cowardice in you were weaker and your spine stronger,
you may be able to bring yourself to reach over to that cocked and loaded Smith & Wesson
that lay on the laminated bedside table behind you and,
to the applause of your family and friends,
draw the final curtain on this hellish comedy once and for all.

Such is the life of a wage earner without the Hidden Honeypot.

Honeypot income, however, is like waking up in a bed of Egyptian cotton, dimly conscious and completely nude, as one of your squirrelly maidservants brings you a plate of steaming frittata, Smucker's strawberry jam spread in the shape of a heart onto an English muffin, a cold glass of grapefruit juice with a smiley drawn in the droplets, a vegetable medley a crudités, homemade zitti (she just warmed it up for you), a pound and half of black forest ham, a dijon mustard spread, hot mozzarella sticks (she cubed 'em up...it's the way you like 'em, she put 'em in some marinara sauce so you'd have them on standby), and a cup of pipin' hot coffee just the way you like it.

...with a happy ending.

That's the difference between Honeypot income compared with regular income.

That's why I created the HLC, and I have never...EVER... told anyone about HLC.
I swear to you it's the truth..
I swear on your children.

Rock-Hard, No-Questions-Asked,
GRANITE GUARANTEE:

If 7 days into the Hidden Honeypot, if you aren't making at least $20/hour by following my HH blueprint,
or if you're simply not satisfied that this is the finest investment on HF,
then you are certifiably retarded.

...Guaranteed