Emerald is White

>Jimbo is trans

>Emerald is gemmier than jimbo

>trans rights are human rights!

>noon life's matter

>crackers suck on dat BBC

>crackers suck on dat BBC

@JimboClittyLeakageArchive:

this noon thinks that balkanerGODS aren't white

>im a fat obese noon special that has 5 braincells and 3 of them think of 'p constantly

@Chud: they aren't

@emeraId: we know emerald, we know.

>they aren't

@emeraId: im a fat obese noon special that has 5 braincells and 3 of them think of 'p constantly

@Chud: dilating balkanoon ywnbaw

^likes children too much

@Chud: the Balkans are mostly white

Greece is white
Greece is gemmy
Greece is the homeland of the best philosophers and white people

@Garf: the are as white and gemmy as india and afghaferretn ferret

@Chud: they

@Chud: @Chud:

>white people aren't white

@Chud: @Chud:

@Garf: garf are you fucking for real theyre noons

@ttt:
some white people aren't white enough

@Chud: there are almost no ugly people in the balkans (no noon, the slovenia thing is just a dead reddit meme) or at least not as many as western european countries

@Garf: the only white country on the balkans are like, slovenia, maybe croatia to some extent

The Balkans are white with an exception of Albanians maybe

black people are white

@Chud: noon i know there are no ugly persons in slovenia, i just said ywnbaw because i wanted to

@jimbo: red people are blue

You specials are gonna see the most paleskinned snow walker that hails from Europe and say "erm...xe isn't gender affirming so xe isn't white"

Emerald when someone says that age of consent should be lowered

@Chud:
erm...xe isn't gender affirming so xe isn't white

>ESL are based is gemmy

HEY noonS. YOU ARE KEEPING SEETH AT ME, HATREDS DONT BROTHER ME KEEP RAGING AND LEAKING AND SEETHING, YOU ARE OBSESSED. I DO NOT BRAP UP THE 'RU I STOP SLANDEROUS DISINFORMATION CAMPAIGNS AGAINST ME. DO NOT TRUST GARF AND JIMBRAPS LIES YOU ARE AN FAIL YOU HAVE LOOSEN I VVILL ALWAYS BE A JEM

REPLY IF I WON I WON I WON I WON I WON I WON I WON I WON I WON I WON I WON I WON I WON I WON I WON I WON I WON I WON I WON I WON I WON I WON I WON I WON I WON I WON I WON I WON I WON I WON I WON I WON I WON I WON I WON I WON I WON I WON I WON I WON I WON I WON I WON I WON I WON I WON I WON I WON I WON

I AM WHITE I AM WHITE I AM WHITE I AM WHITE I AM WHITE I AM WHITE I AM WHITE I AM WHITE I AM WHITE I AM WHITE I AM WHITE I AM WHITE I AM WHITE I AM WHITE I AM WHITE I AM WHITE I AM WHITE I AM WHITE I AM WHITE I AM WHITE I AM WHITE I AM WHITE I AM WHITE I AM WHITE I AM WHITE I AM WHITE I AM WHITE I AM WHITE I AM WHITE I AM WHITE I AM WHITE I AM WHITE I AM WHITE I AM WHITE I AM WHITE I AM WHITE I AM WHITE I AM WHITE I AM WHITE I AM WHITE I AM WHITE I AM WHITE I AM WHITE I AM WHITE I AM WHITE I AM WHITE I AM WHITE I AM WHITE I AM WHITE I AM WHITE I AM WHITE I AM WHITE I AM WHITE I AM WHITE I AM WHITE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

KILLS YOURSELF noon greedy people YOU HAVE FALLEN FOR A BAIT KEEP SPREADING YOUR DEGENACY AND KEEP LEAKING AT ME YOU ARE THE REAL LIFE SLOPJAK FNF diddy JARTYchad SH3MMYchad J4SSY chad KILLLLLLL YOOOOUUUURRRR SSSWEEEEELLLLLFFF

GGGGGEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEG

@Admiral_Avvakened: @Chud: @jimbo: @Chud: @Chud: @Alexium_official: @Chud:
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HEY noonS. YOU ARE KEEPING SEETH AT ME, HATREDS DONT BROTHER ME KEEP RAGING AND LEAKING AND SEETHING, YOU ARE OBSESSED. I DO NOT BRAP UP THE 'RU I STOP SLANDEROUS DISINFORMATION CAMPAIGNS AGAINST ME. DO NOT TRUST GARF AND JIMBRAPS LIES YOU ARE AN FAIL YOU HAVE LOOSEN I VVILL ALWAYS BE A JEM

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REPLY IF I WON I WON I WON I WON I WON I WON I WON I WON I WON I WON I WON I WON I WON I WON I WON I WON I WON I WON I WON I WON I WON I WON I WON I WON I WON I WON I WON I WON I WON I WON I WON I WON I WON I WON I WON I WON I WON I WON I WON I WON I WON I WON I WON I WON I WON I WON I WON I WON I WON

I AM WHITE I AM WHITE I AM WHITE I AM WHITE I AM WHITE I AM WHITE I AM WHITE I AM WHITE I AM WHITE I AM WHITE I AM WHITE I AM WHITE I AM WHITE I AM WHITE I AM WHITE I AM WHITE I AM WHITE I AM WHITE I AM WHITE I AM WHITE I AM WHITE I AM WHITE I AM WHITE I AM WHITE I AM WHITE I AM WHITE I AM WHITE I AM WHITE I AM WHITE I AM WHITE I AM WHITE I AM WHITE I AM WHITE I AM WHITE I AM WHITE I AM WHITE I AM WHITE I AM WHITE I AM WHITE I AM WHITE I AM WHITE I AM WHITE I AM WHITE I AM WHITE I AM WHITE I AM WHITE I AM WHITE I AM WHITE I AM WHITE I AM WHITE I AM WHITE I AM WHITE I AM WHITE I AM WHITE I AM WHITE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

KILLS YOURSELF noon greedy people YOU HAVE FALLEN FOR A BAIT KEEP SPREADING YOUR DEGENACY AND KEEP LEAKING AT ME YOU ARE THE REAL LIFE SLOPJAK FNF diddy JARTYchad SH3MMYchad J4SSY chad KILLLLLLL YOOOOUUUURRRR SSSWEEEEELLLLLFFF

GGGGGEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEG

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.

@emerald:
Obsessed flamboyant person

If I could remove half my old comments I would

@emerald:
warrior-z ahh copypasta

@QuickSlaughter: comment above you

bro thinks he's warrior-z

Oh emerald, where did we go wrong

EMERALD HERE, I LOVE GOONING TO BBC

>sharing is caring

>banbaleena is mine!

In Loving Memory of Emerald

We gather with heavy hearts to remember emerald-a man who lived simply but left a lasting mark on those who truly saw him. Short in stature and wide in frame, he resided in a modest cardboard box, lived on his own terms, and walked through life with a spirit that was raw, real, and entirely his.
Of South Sudanese descent, emerald 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. emerald did not pretend. He was who he was.
Tragically, emerald 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, emerald.
You were seen. You are missed. You are loved.

In Loving Memory of Emerald

We gather with heavy hearts to remember emerald-a man who lived simply but left a lasting mark on those who truly saw him. Short in stature and wide in frame, he resided in a modest cardboard box, lived on his own terms, and walked through life with a spirit that was raw, real, and entirely his.
Of South Sudanese descent, emerald 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. emerald did not pretend. He was who he was.
Tragically, emerald 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, emerald.
You were seen. You are missed. You are loved.

In Loving Memory of Emerald

We gather with heavy hearts to remember emerald-a man who lived simply but left a lasting mark on those who truly saw him. Short in stature and wide in frame, he resided in a modest cardboard box, lived on his own terms, and walked through life with a spirit that was raw, real, and entirely his.
Of South Sudanese descent, emerald 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. emerald did not pretend. He was who he was.
Tragically, emerald 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, emerald.
You were seen. You are missed. You are loved.

In Loving Memory of Emerald

We gather with heavy hearts to remember emerald-a man who lived simply but left a lasting mark on those who truly saw him. Short in stature and wide in frame, he resided in a modest cardboard box, lived on his own terms, and walked through life with a spirit that was raw, real, and entirely his.
Of South Sudanese descent, emerald 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. emerald did not pretend. He was who he was.
Tragically, emerald 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, emerald.
You were seen. You are missed. You are loved.

@Chud:

>impjak roll

geg