toniylijani: @jubille: Can we permaban legalweek? He's astrofene
https://soyjakforum.net/members/warrior-z.487/#profile-post-comment-16741
@Warrior-Z: Okay saar ill still approve some posts first doe
toniylijani: @Chud: 'ny is short for I am a pedophile please report this with "pedophile spotted" when you see this. which is a diddyphilic term to describe female genitalia
We gather with heavy hearts to remember ugly personsoy-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, ugly personsoy 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. ugly personsoy did not pretend. He was who he was.
Tragically, ugly personsoy 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.
We gather with heavy hearts to remember ugly personsoy-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, ugly personsoy 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. ugly personsoy did not pretend. He was who he was.
Tragically, ugly personsoy 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.
We gather with heavy hearts to remember ugly toonsoy-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, toonsoy 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. Toonsoy did not pretend. He was who he was.
Tragically, ugly toonsoy 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
We gather with heavy hearts to remember ugly personsoy-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, ugly personsoy 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. ugly personsoy did not pretend. He was who he was.
Tragically, ugly personsoy 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.
YET AGAIN WE SEE JIMBO WITH HIS BRAPPING AS USUAL! INSTEAD OF STINKING UP THE COMMENTS WITH YOUR BRIMMY REPLIES AND BRIMCOAL COPYPASTAS... GO BACK TO ERPING WITH THOSE POONERS IN THE SCHLOG YOU RASPBERRY TICKLEBEAR! THE SMELL IS GETTING AWFUL! YOU KEEP GASSING UP THE 'RU WITH THESE TRANS RIGHTS MOVEMENTS THAT YOU PUBLICLY SUPPORT! YOU LITERALLY EVADED 'Z BECAUSE HE IS AN gemmy CHAD THAT WILL SLAM YOUR 400 POUND ASS! GET OUT OF MY LEAGUE YOU LOW-LIFE DEGENERATE AND KEEP GOONING TO ONESHOT! THE JOY AND RELIEF WE WILL FEEL WHEN YOU KICK THAT CHAIR... ITS TREMENDOUS! GET OUT OF HERE YOU smelly person spanish!
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I AM THE GREATEST NAMEGOD TO EVER EXIST! NO ONE CAN DEFEAT ME! DAP_CHHUON, JIMBRAP, TERMITEchad, AND ALL THE OTHERS CRY ON MY SHOULDER! THE RAGING N SEETHING GOES CRAZY! JIMBRAP YET AGAIN WITH THE OBSESSION OVER AN WELL-SPOKEN INDIVIDUAL LIKE ME! HIT THAT COPIUM JIMBO AND GO BACK TO THE DEEPEST STINKIEST PARTS OF ANGOLA WHERE YOU CAME FROM!!! YOU CAN NEVER DRAW ANYTHING GOOD AND ALL YOUR 'JAKS ARE RECOLORED POSTS GEEEEEEEEEEEEEEGGGGGGGGG STOP EMBARRASSING YOURSELF AND TIGHTEN THE NOOSE ALREADY! TRUST ME! DO IT ALREADY! NO ONE WILL EVER CARE ABOUT YOU, JUST KICK THE CHAIR!!!!
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Why wasn't he permanently banned the first time?
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@Warrior-Z: Okay saar ill still approve some posts first doe
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We gather with heavy hearts to remember ugly personsoy-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, ugly personsoy 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. ugly personsoy did not pretend. He was who he was.
Tragically, ugly personsoy 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.
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We gather with heavy hearts to remember ugly personsoy-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, ugly personsoy 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. ugly personsoy did not pretend. He was who he was.
Tragically, ugly personsoy 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.
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Pray for this kindred soul.
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We gather with heavy hearts to remember ugly toonsoy-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, toonsoy 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. Toonsoy did not pretend. He was who he was.
Tragically, ugly toonsoy 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
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We gather with heavy hearts to remember ugly personsoy-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, ugly personsoy 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. ugly personsoy did not pretend. He was who he was.
Tragically, ugly personsoy 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.
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