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CatjakWABAG: I had to remake the award for this one, that's why it uses the sharty award as a base
CatjakWABAG: BTW if you didn't know, the smelly person the cat Lars is holding is the owner of the Swine.
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Chud: Gem
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Chud: Geeeg
Sneedborea: Should've named xer Terrence because that's the variant's deadname
H3K: @Sneedborea: It would've been too late either way. I already made a subvariant called "Terrence".
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jewishautismaward78: @Chud: i couldn't find the post, so if you look carefully, you can see that i'm explaining what the acronym means, not supporting the post
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Chud1: Gem
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Alfietheboorufag: i agree: people who force TM should get tazed and shot in the balls with a riot gun
congo_aryan: 
We gather with heavy hearts to remember Jimbo-a man who lived simply but left a lasting mark on those who truly saw him. Short in stature and chubby in frame, he resided in a modest hut, lived on his own terms, and walked through life with a spirit that was raw, real, and entirely his.
Of African descent, Jimbo cherished his roots and found deep joy in the bold, comforting flavors of Afro cuisine. Meals with him were more than sustenance-they were expressions of love, memory, and identity. Food was one of the many ways he kept his culture close, and he shared it generously.
He was a person of contradictions-gentle but blunt, quiet but unforgettable. He bore a scent that many found hard to ignore-earthy, unapologetic, and part of the unfiltered truth he carried in every aspect of his life. Jimbo did not pretend. He was who he was.
Tragically, Jimbo died by suicide. We do not pretend to understand the weight he carried, nor the pain that brought him to that moment. But we do know this: he mattered. His life, in all its complexity, was worthy of love, compassion, and remembrance.
Let us not define him by how he left us, but remember him for how he lived-with honesty, depth, cultural pride, and a stubborn refusal to be anyone but himself. May we carry forward his memory not only with sorrow, but with tenderness and truth.
Rest peacefully, Jimbo.
You were seen. You are missed. You are loved.
In Loving Memory of Jimbo
We gather with heavy hearts to remember Jimbo-a man who lived simply but left a lasting mark on those who truly saw him. Short in stature and chubby in frame, he resided in a modest hut, lived on his own terms, and walked through life with a spirit that was raw, real, and entirely his.
Of African descent, Jimbo cherished his roots and found deep joy in the bold, comforting flavors of Afro cuisine. Meals with him were more than sustenance-they were expressions of love, memory, and identity. Food was one of the many ways he kept his culture close, and he shared it generously.
He was a person of contradictions-gentle but blunt, quiet but unforgettable. He bore a scent that many found hard to ignore-earthy, unapologetic, and part of the unfiltered truth he carried in every aspect of his life. Jimbo did not pretend. He was who he was.
Tragically, Jimbo died by suicide. We do not pretend to understand the weight he carried, nor the pain that brought him to that moment. But we do know this: he mattered. His life, in all its complexity, was worthy of love, compassion, and remembrance.
Let us not define him by how he left us, but remember him for how he lived-with honesty, depth, cultural pride, and a stubborn refusal to be anyone but himself. May we carry forward his memory not only with sorrow, but with tenderness and truth.
Rest peacefully, Jimbo.
You were seen. You are missed. You are loved.
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Chud: Marge
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FreakyJimbo: @Chud: Theres an unbothered noon named gigachudhero
, who posts terrible mpuse and fpe vore stuff
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Satanist_Warrior: This is le coal o algo uh yeah..
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Satanist_Warrior: IM BACK MOTHERFUCKER
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Chud2: cope , 17 officers dead and a priest beheaded
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Chud3: where were they during Crocus))))
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