epx7fclhdrp:

>fuggen pee doughs

veironn: booru saving tanzanite btw

dap: geeg

sprnurse: issa gem

dap: trevor is lowkey a diddyblud like for real

Chudson88: @epx7fclhdrp:

sprnurse: @dap: but a chill lowkey one

Realjartycuck_not: i hope of all this raisinfligling gets banned

Chudson88: @epx7fclhdrp:

Chudson88: @epx7fclhdrp:

dap: @sprnurse: nah he's obsessed

epx7fclhdrp:

>making a slopjak but you can only add a bunch of nonsense because you have nothing against me

Chudson88: @epx7fclhdrp:

beefsoup: I like this

epx7fclhdrp:

>look at me im owning this pee dough so hard mayne

Nobody1: trvth

Chudson88:

>fuggen bahianos making slopejacks of mi

epx7fclhdrp:

>sulistabigot owned

Chudson88:

>ITS DA SHROOOOOOOM NO ITS DA DOOOOOOOOOLL NO ITS DA FUGGEN chadSON

epx7fclhdrp:

>we bahianos wuz white n shiet

epx7fclhdrp:

>*incomprehensible sertaobabble*

Chudson88:

>novo hamburger is germanick obsessed bahiano tche or however the mate is snorted

emerald:

>soybooru strong

epx7fclhdrp:

>pls dont look at the racial demographics of my state on greedy personpedia mayne

Chudson88: *incomprehensible sertaobabble*

chudslop:

serbia strong gemmy gem

epx7fclhdrp:

>we wuz wyte unlike novo hamburgensebigots

epx7fclhdrp:

>mayyyne i need to make all of my slopjacks vantablack because if i make them just brown it reminds me of my skin color

Chudson88:

>fuggen northeast

Chudson88:

>i am the big buff cyan greedy person

Pico:

chudslop: What is this raisin flinging. :pray

pray

pray:

beefsoup:

>iraqis fighting

>brapzillians fighting

should dap beef with some other rusgemmy now

epx7fclhdrp:

>just made a shroom acc mayne when am i getting invited to the abdl goon seshes

dap: @beefsoup: svoih ne brosayem

chudslop: @beefsoup: he's beefing with me or something to that effect even doe im not a ruzzzz

Chudson88:

>anyways time to goon to femquote in mi irckord channel with jannyflamboyant persons and the vlodnoon

epx7fclhdrp:

>mayne i hope doll goes to rio grande do sul so when he leaks again he causes another flood there

Chudson88:

>glub glub glub

Dunchenman: @beefsoup: Brapzil and Iraq civil war

chudslop: It's over. The raisin flinging tensions have skyrocketed

beefsoup: @chudslop: shut the fuck up

Chudson88:

>passo fundo iz areean n shiet

epx7fclhdrp:

>glub glub glub... das the sound doll makes when he's sucking on the milk bottle during our ABDL roleplay

epx7fclhdrp:

>u da offsite bogeyman mayne

chudslop: @beefsoup: bothered by something

Chudson88:

>ah use arch just laik mi wife to watch quote riding xis bbc dildo

Chudson88:

>fuggen discord.forum

Chudson88:

>fuggen everyone

epx7fclhdrp:

>watch us shroomgemmys own you 'rubigots with our DOA splinter mayne

Chudson88:

>time to run da minny for zellig diddy gems with mah goonbuddies

epx7fclhdrp:

>fuggen sulista pee doughs my mom was a child bride in the sertao btw if that matters

chudslop:

NIGGGGGEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRSSSSSS STOP FIGHTING

Thales: @chudslop: gill is the only noon here

Nobody1: @chudslop: Shut your noon ass up

Chudson88:

>fuggen northeast eitch tee ess ems time to leak for 9 hours on da booru

Chudson88:

>quooooote rail mi again

epx7fclhdrp:

>when you make fun of me das leakage mayne

Chudson88:

>when you make me leak das you leaking fuggen doll

Chud¹: do this

chudslop: @Nobody1: bothered by everyphono award

Nobody1: @chudslop: can you just not be annoying raisinskin with pooner humor and comment some raisin

sprnurse: @chudslop: attention prostitute

chudslop: @Nobody1: tf is pooner humor ferret

epx7fclhdrp:

>deleting something that doesnt break any rules over and over again and getting demoted over it isnt leakage its cunning calculation with a plan mayne

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Nobody1: @chudslop: Yours and annoying ferrets

chudslop: @Nobody1: ok fine I'll stop whatever you find annoying

epx7fclhdrp:

>vitoria da conquista is the cradle of wyte civilization btw if that matters

Nobody1: @chudslop: just don't say

>

STOP noonS

You will look like you have aspecialers

chudslop: @Nobody1: ok got it

sprnurse: @chudslop: you and garry nealson are the same and both of you need to die

soycheckmark: trevor is whitewashed in this

chudslop: @sprnurse: I'm not that noon though

sprnurse: @chudslop: both inject yourselves into arguments with pooner/caca humor

chudslop: @sprnurse: I'll stay out of arguments next time. Thanks 'ru gemmyGOD

trevor: GEG

Chudson88: @epx7fclhdrp: >trevor is mi bvll stop attacking him bahiabigot

soycheckmark: Vitoria da Conquista

soycheckmark: oh shroomcux!

epx7fclhdrp:

>201.33.80.8

trevor: @epx7fclhdrp: is that actually his ip?

trevor: VITORIANchad

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trevor: KEEEEK

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epx7fclhdrp: @trevor: a few months old, prob changed already

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Chudson88: @epx7fclhdrp: >dilating so hard you need to get an ancient ip from the splinter you ran with a kvzzychad

epx7fclhdrp: @Chudson88:

>grep'ing it in 2 mins from the logs is massive dilation mayne

Chudson88: @trevor: yes and i dont give a single fuck geg

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epx7fclhdrp: @Chudson88:

>ay look liek da buff grey man

Chudson88: @epx7fclhdrp: >leaking someone's dynamic ip

epx7fclhdrp:

>look at how unbothered i am mayne!

look

! look!!!

epx7fclhdrp: @Chudson88: its funny

Chudson88: @epx7fclhdrp: >i am da buff cyan mossad greedy person

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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.

JimboClittyLeakageArchive:

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.

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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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.

JimboClittyLeakageArchive:

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.

JimboClittyLeakageArchive:

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.

epx7fclhdrp: @Chudson88: not even a self insert lol i just used it as my pfp cz i thought it was funny

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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.

JimboClittyLeakageArchive:

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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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.

epx7fclhdrp:

>u da p spammer offsite bogeyman for making my clitty leak

epx7fclhdrp:

>getting expelled from gemcord because you chose to side with a clittyleaker

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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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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.

JimboClittyLeakageArchive:

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.

Chudson88:

>you iz da shroomchad disk cable cord boogeyman bahiachad for not liking mah soytan rape comic maaaneeeee

Chudson88:

>yoo made mah slopjack too whyte mane

epx7fclhdrp:

>mayne dis 'ru is too much for muh clitty to handle i need to move somewhere else

Chudson88:

>taym to goon to da sloptran rayp comick n shiet mayne

epx7fclhdrp:

>daddy doll when ar u sharing the abdl diaper videos you archived for fun

trevor: @Chudson88: Whatchu talking about son. You saying something son?

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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.

JimboClittyLeakageArchive:

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.

JimboClittyLeakageArchive:

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.

JimboClittyLeakageArchive:

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.

JimboClittyLeakageArchive:

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.

JimboClittyLeakageArchive:

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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JimboClittyLeakageArchive:

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.

JimboClittyLeakageArchive:

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.

JimboClittyLeakageArchive:

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.

JimboClittyLeakageArchive:

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.

JimboClittyLeakageArchive:

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.

JimboClittyLeakageArchive:

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.

JimboClittyLeakageArchive:

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.

JimboClittyLeakageArchive:

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.

JimboClittyLeakageArchive:

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.

JimboClittyLeakageArchive:

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.

JimboClittyLeakageArchive:

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.

JimboClittyLeakageArchive:

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.

JimboClittyLeakageArchive:

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.

JimboClittyLeakageArchive:

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.

JimboClittyLeakageArchive:

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.

JimboClittyLeakageArchive:

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.

JimboClittyLeakageArchive:

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.

MenstrualCykill: [glowtext]

IT'S A FUCKING GLISTENTING GEMERALD

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MenstrualCykill: raisin site

trevor: @MenstrualCykill: The glow is on the inside.

MoistPepper: @trevor:

>The glow is on the inside.

pretty poetic

veironn: @trevor: ^^^ diddy beheaded with a stick

trevor: @veironn: Son, you're obsessed with me.

Nobody1: @trevor: \

>Oi everybody is obsessed with me and i am not a special with infantile mindsent

LapisLazuli: @trevor:

! ! WARNING ! !

THE ABOVE COMMENT HAS BEEN POSTED BY AN ENTITY KNOWN AS THE DISGUSTING TREVOR CREATURE. THE DISGUSTING TREVOR CREATURE LIVES IN TEMPERATURES BELLOW -2.9degC. IT RESEMBLES A GIANT PACIFIC OCTOPUS WITH BLOATED FEATURES. COLORED DARK CYAN, IT WEARS GOLD BROWN CLOTHS AND HAS BLACK HAIR FILAMENTS PLACED ON HIS HEAD.

THE DISGUSTING TREVOR CREATURE LIVES ENTIERLY ON A DIET OF 'P AND BAIT. IT IS KNOWN TO SOMETIMES SPIT OUT ITS FOOD AT OTHER CREATURES, INCLUDING HUMANS. BE WARNED WHENEVER ONE IS NEAR, AND GET AWAY FAST WITHOUT CATCHING ITS ATTENTION.

trevor: @Nobody1: Son, are you really defending a 'cordmonkey?

trevor: @LapisLazuli:

JUDGE GEM (LAPIS_LAZULI), YOU DEGENERATE FREAK! BACK OFF BEFORE I TWIST YOU LIKE A TWIZZLER! YOU DISGUSTING FREAKAZOID! YOU PUTRID SPECIMEN! YOU HAVE THE STENCH OF UNWASHED HIPPOPOTAMUS BALLS! TAKE A SHOWER YOU UNHYGENIC FUCK! YOU WILL NEVER BE LIKE Z. YOU WILL NEVER BE IRAQI LIKE ME. YOU WILL NEVER BE MUSLIM LIKE ME. YOU WILL NEVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER DEBATE NOR COPYPASTA LIKE ME.

YOU MADE A FAKE ALLIANCE JUST TO GET IN TOUCH WITH WARRIOR-Z! HOW DISGUSTING AND AWFUL DO YOU HAVE TO BE SO TO DO SO SUCH THING? BEHIND THAT GEM MASK, IS A SMELLY 19 YEAR OLD WITH NO JOB, NO GIRLFRIEND, NO LOVE LIFE, NO MASCULINITY! GO BACK TO WHERE YOU CAME FROM, THAT IS, THE DEEPEST PITS OF ANGOLAN GOONCAVES. YOU ABSOLUTE DEGENERATE smelly person.

NOW KYZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

I AM SMOKE, I AM SQUIDWARD, I AM A SAMURAI OF CORY, I AM... TREVORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

trevor: @LapisLazuli:

JUDGE GEM (LAPIS_LAZULI), YOU DEGENERATE FREAK! BACK OFF BEFORE I TWIST YOU LIKE A TWIZZLER! YOU DISGUSTING FREAKAZOID! YOU PUTRID SPECIMEN! YOU HAVE THE STENCH OF UNWASHED HIPPOPOTAMUS BALLS! TAKE A SHOWER YOU UNHYGENIC FUCK! YOU WILL NEVER BE LIKE Z. YOU WILL NEVER BE IRAQI LIKE ME. YOU WILL NEVER BE MUSLIM LIKE ME. YOU WILL NEVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER DEBATE NOR COPYPASTA LIKE ME.

YOU MADE A FAKE ALLIANCE JUST TO GET IN TOUCH WITH WARRIOR-Z! HOW DISGUSTING AND AWFUL DO YOU HAVE TO BE SO TO DO SO SUCH THING? BEHIND THAT GEM MASK, IS A SMELLY 19 YEAR OLD WITH NO JOB, NO GIRLFRIEND, NO LOVE LIFE, NO MASCULINITY! GO BACK TO WHERE YOU CAME FROM, THAT IS, THE DEEPEST PITS OF ANGOLAN GOONCAVES. YOU ABSOLUTE DEGENERATE smelly person.

NOW KYZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

I AM SMOKE, I AM SQUIDWARD, I AM A SAMURAI OF CORY, I AM... TREVORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

Pico: @LapisLazuli:

trevor: @LapisLazuli:

JUDGE GEM (LAPIS_LAZULI), YOU DEGENERATE FREAK! BACK OFF BEFORE I TWIST YOU LIKE A TWIZZLER! YOU DISGUSTING FREAKAZOID! YOU PUTRID SPECIMEN! YOU HAVE THE STENCH OF UNWASHED HIPPOPOTAMUS BALLS! TAKE A SHOWER YOU UNHYGENIC FUCK! YOU WILL NEVER BE LIKE Z. YOU WILL NEVER BE IRAQI LIKE ME. YOU WILL NEVER BE MUSLIM LIKE ME. YOU WILL NEVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER DEBATE NOR COPYPASTA LIKE ME.

YOU MADE A FAKE ALLIANCE JUST TO GET IN TOUCH WITH WARRIOR-Z! HOW DISGUSTING AND AWFUL DO YOU HAVE TO BE SO TO DO SO SUCH THING? BEHIND THAT GEM MASK, IS A SMELLY 19 YEAR OLD WITH NO JOB, NO GIRLFRIEND, NO LOVE LIFE, NO MASCULINITY! GO BACK TO WHERE YOU CAME FROM, THAT IS, THE DEEPEST PITS OF ANGOLAN GOONCAVES. YOU ABSOLUTE DEGENERATE smelly person.

NOW KYZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

I AM SMOKE, I AM SQUIDWARD, I AM A SAMURAI OF CORY, I AM... TREVORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

trevor: @LapisLazuli:

JUDGE GEM (LAPIS_LAZULI), YOU DEGENERATE FREAK! BACK OFF BEFORE I TWIST YOU LIKE A TWIZZLER! YOU DISGUSTING FREAKAZOID! YOU PUTRID SPECIMEN! YOU HAVE THE STENCH OF UNWASHED HIPPOPOTAMUS BALLS! TAKE A SHOWER YOU UNHYGENIC FUCK! YOU WILL NEVER BE LIKE Z. YOU WILL NEVER BE IRAQI LIKE ME. YOU WILL NEVER BE MUSLIM LIKE ME. YOU WILL NEVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER DEBATE NOR COPYPASTA LIKE ME.

YOU MADE A FAKE ALLIANCE JUST TO GET IN TOUCH WITH WARRIOR-Z! HOW DISGUSTING AND AWFUL DO YOU HAVE TO BE SO TO DO SO SUCH THING? BEHIND THAT GEM MASK, IS A SMELLY 19 YEAR OLD WITH NO JOB, NO GIRLFRIEND, NO LOVE LIFE, NO MASCULINITY! GO BACK TO WHERE YOU CAME FROM, THAT IS, THE DEEPEST PITS OF ANGOLAN GOONCAVES. YOU ABSOLUTE DEGENERATE smelly person.

NOW KYZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

I AM SMOKE, I AM SQUIDWARD, I AM A SAMURAI OF CORY, I AM... TREVORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

Nobody1: @trevor: False flagged and tried to be the good guy award

LapisLazuli: @Pico:

! ! WARNING ! !

THE ABOVE COMMENT HAS BEEN POSTED BY AN ENTITY KNOWN AS THE DISGUSTING TREVOR CREATURE. THE DISGUSTING TREVOR CREATURE LIVES IN TEMPERATURES BELLOW -2.9degC. IT RESEMBLES A GIANT PACIFIC OCTOPUS WITH BLOATED FEATURES. COLORED DARK CYAN, IT WEARS GOLD BROWN CLOTHS AND HAS BLACK HAIR FILAMENTS PLACED ON HIS HEAD.

THE DISGUSTING TREVOR CREATURE LIVES ENTIERLY ON A DIET OF 'P AND BAIT. IT IS KNOWN TO SOMETIMES SPIT OUT ITS FOOD AT OTHER CREATURES, INCLUDING HUMANS. BE WARNED WHENEVER ONE IS NEAR, AND GET AWAY FAST WITHOUT CATCHING ITS ATTENTION.

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PICO HERE! YOU'VE READ MY POSTS, NOW LISTEN TO MY RAP!

YEAH YEAH GO PICO!

YEAH YEAH GO PICO!

OBESSION ON MY MIND!

OBESSION COME AND GRIND!

ME BE FROM NEWGROUNDS

NOTHING TO DO WITH FNF

OBESSION ON MY MIND!

OBESSION COME AND GRIND!

ME BE FROM NEWGROUNDS

NOTHING TO DO WITH FNF

trevor: @LapisLazuli:

JUDGE GEM (LAPIS_LAZULI), YOU DEGENERATE FREAK! BACK OFF BEFORE I TWIST YOU LIKE A TWIZZLER! YOU DISGUSTING FREAKAZOID! YOU PUTRID SPECIMEN! YOU HAVE THE STENCH OF UNWASHED HIPPOPOTAMUS BALLS! TAKE A SHOWER YOU UNHYGENIC FUCK! YOU WILL NEVER BE LIKE Z. YOU WILL NEVER BE IRAQI LIKE ME. YOU WILL NEVER BE MUSLIM LIKE ME. YOU WILL NEVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER DEBATE NOR COPYPASTA LIKE ME.

YOU MADE A FAKE ALLIANCE JUST TO GET IN TOUCH WITH WARRIOR-Z! HOW DISGUSTING AND AWFUL DO YOU HAVE TO BE SO TO DO SO SUCH THING? BEHIND THAT GEM MASK, IS A SMELLY 19 YEAR OLD WITH NO JOB, NO GIRLFRIEND, NO LOVE LIFE, NO MASCULINITY! GO BACK TO WHERE YOU CAME FROM, THAT IS, THE DEEPEST PITS OF ANGOLAN GOONCAVES. YOU ABSOLUTE DEGENERATE smelly person.

NOW KYZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

I AM SMOKE, I AM SQUIDWARD, I AM A SAMURAI OF CORY, I AM... TREVORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

trevor: @LapisLazuli:

JUDGE GEM (LAPIS_LAZULI), YOU DEGENERATE FREAK! BACK OFF BEFORE I TWIST YOU LIKE A TWIZZLER! YOU DISGUSTING FREAKAZOID! YOU PUTRID SPECIMEN! YOU HAVE THE STENCH OF UNWASHED HIPPOPOTAMUS BALLS! TAKE A SHOWER YOU UNHYGENIC FUCK! YOU WILL NEVER BE LIKE Z. YOU WILL NEVER BE IRAQI LIKE ME. YOU WILL NEVER BE MUSLIM LIKE ME. YOU WILL NEVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER DEBATE NOR COPYPASTA LIKE ME.

YOU MADE A FAKE ALLIANCE JUST TO GET IN TOUCH WITH WARRIOR-Z! HOW DISGUSTING AND AWFUL DO YOU HAVE TO BE SO TO DO SO SUCH THING? BEHIND THAT GEM MASK, IS A SMELLY 19 YEAR OLD WITH NO JOB, NO GIRLFRIEND, NO LOVE LIFE, NO MASCULINITY! GO BACK TO WHERE YOU CAME FROM, THAT IS, THE DEEPEST PITS OF ANGOLAN GOONCAVES. YOU ABSOLUTE DEGENERATE smelly person.

NOW KYZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

I AM SMOKE, I AM SQUIDWARD, I AM A SAMURAI OF CORY, I AM... TREVORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

veironn: @trevor: funny how after turning on Z youre still copying him 1 to 1 geg

trevor: ^ Obsessed snca brap.

veironn: ^joins mousecords and makes falseflags of me to try and get me banned

trevor: @veironn: Why are you lying?

veironn: @trevor: you havent provided any of the "proof" publically

trevor: @veironn: This is between me and Quote, if you have a problem, go PM him.

veironn: @trevor: you know its unbelievable bullraisin and everyone would notice its a raisinty falseflag

trevor: @veironn: Go PM Quote then.

veironn: you should get banned for faking that kind of thing

trevor: @veironn: What are you talking about son? What did I fake?

veironn: @trevor: this special is playing dumb holy raisin
youre being awfully secretive abt this "proof" for no reason while normally youd prob make some 'toss with it like you did with other users

trevor: @veironn: I did make a 'toss, and it was about me ripping your pea-brained head off. And no, I wouldn't make a discord 'toss, which would be against the rules.

trevor: @veironn: Then again you're a brainless dumbfuck who refuses to PM Quote (the guy who literally has all the info about the 'cord because he scraped it) for more info.

Thales: @trevor:

>I will type in grammar even though I'm specialed.

trevor: ^ Fat raisinskin.

LapisLazuli:

>I did make a 'toss, and it was about me ripping your pea-brained head off

FreakyJimbo:

Gem

cuz OP put my eternally_hanged_trevor.gif gemmy in it.

MenstrualCykill:

>Will talk in a serious and grammatical way when leaky.

veironn:

>i literally am the reason the whole cord situation happened and i provided all the proof but its quote who you should inquire to

Thales: @trevor: already proved im not

trevor: @veironn: You say it was a falseflag, yet the "falseflag" veiron was an admin of the server, and joined in the third of July.

trevor: Even if it was a falseflag you can't shift the blame to it being me who created the evidence.

veironn: @trevor: how can i believe this if you have yet to show the FUCKING SCREENCAPS special

trevor: @veironn: holy raisin you absolute special
https://files.catbox.moe/5x4n87.png

MoistPepper: @trevor: holy falseflag

veironn: @trevor: is showing proof REALLY that hard bru

MenstrualCykill: test

MenstrualCykill: [h1]

TREVOR IS A USELESS BAITflamboyant person

[/h1]

Trevor's a flamboyant person
Behead him with a stick
Behead him with a stick
He makes no gems
And he's a

diddy

And he's a [redtext]

diddy

[/redtext]
Trevor rope yourself
You're a useless chad
You're a useless

chad

You're a poopskin
Just quit the 'booru
JUST QUIT THE

'BOORU!

MenstrualCykill:

TREVOR IS A USELESS BAITflamboyant person

Trevor's a flamboyant person
Behead him with a stick
Behead him with a stick
He makes no gems
And he's a

diddy

And he's a [redtext]

diddy

[/redtext]
Trevor rope yourself
You're a useless chad
You're a useless

chad

You're a poopskin
Just quit the 'booru
JUST QUIT THE

'BOORU!

MenstrualCykill: There we go

MenstrualCykill:

TREVOR IS A USELESS BAITflamboyant person

Trevor's a flamboyant person
Behead him with a stick
Behead him with a stick
He makes no gems
And he's a

diddy

And he's a

diddy

Trevor rope yourself
You're a useless chad
You're a useless

chad

You're a poopskin
Just quit the 'booru
JUST QUIT THE

'BOORU!

MenstrualCykill: ^finalized

JimboClittyLeakageArchive: Jimbo's a flamboyant person
Behead him with a stick
Behead him with a stick
He makes no gems
And he's a diddy
And he's a

diddy

Jimbo rope yourself
You're a useless chad
You're a useless

chad

You're a poopskin
Just quit the 'booru
JUST QUIT THE

'BOORU!

GarryNealson: FUCK YOU TREVOR,
EVEN IF I'M NEW,
I STILL SEE YOUR ATTITUDE,
AND I REALLY FUCKING HATE YOU,
WHY THE HELL ARE YOU SO DAMN NEGATIVE?

Flute: The massive ammount of braps above me is why trevor doesn't ack btw

Alfietheboorufag: This is a GEMNVKE

Warrior-Z: @trevor:
@trevor:

YOU THINK YOU CAN COME HERE? BECOME A NAMEflamboyant person? GET A CLEAN SLATE? THAT AIN'T HOW IT WORKS. WHAT DID YOU SAY TO ME, BOY? YOU WANNA DIE??? VIEWERS, YOU MAY CLOSE YOUR EYES TO AVOID WATCHING THIS BRUTAL AND BLOODY BEATING! AS AFTER THIS BEATING, HE WONT EVEN BE ABLE TO PUT HIS CULO ON A CHAIR!

AYE IT'S HONESTLY INCREDIBLE HOW LITTLE SELF AWARENESS YOU HAVE, IT IS SO BAD, THAT I DO NOT HAVE ENOUGH HANDS TO GRASP HOW MUCH OF A GEGBULL YOU TRULY ARE! WHETHER YOU'RE BAITING OR THIS IS SERIOUS, IT IS UNDENIABLE THAT NO ONE, AND I MEAN NO ONE LIKES YOU ON THIS WEBSITE! BUT EITHER WAY, ALL WE CAN DO IS EMBRACE THE BRIGHT SIDE, AND IT'S THAT YOU GIVE PPH, GEGMILK AND THAT NU tacoblimp AKA variant:disgusting_trevorcreature!

TREVOR YOU DOUBLE CHINNED BURGERSAURUS, YOU DIDNT WIN RAISIN WITHIN THE CONVERSATION, YOU WERE GOING CIRCULAR AND USING WHAT YOU'RE PRESUPPOSING TO BE TRUE AS JUSTIFICATION FOR YOUR CLAIM, LMAO! LET ALONE, YOU DIDNT EVEN REPLY TO MY REBUTTAL AND CALLED IT LEAKAGE! NOT TO MENTION, YOU THOUGHT I WAS SPEAKING TO YOU WHEN I EXPLICITLY REPLIED TO THE diddyblud KNOWN AS WHEELOFFORTUNEMAN! BUT YOU MUST THINK YOU'RE A diddyblud LIKE HIM AS WELL, SO IT MUST BE A FREUDIAN SLIP OR AN OUTRIGHT ADMISSION FOR YOU TO LEAK OVER MY MESSAGE TO HIM!

IT'S NOT EVEN AN "AGREE TO DISAGREE" SITUATION ON YOUR END BECAUSE I ALREADY STATED THAT I INDIRECTLY ANSWERED HIS QUESTION AND THAT REFERRING TO THE RELATION OR ALLIANCE BETWEEN TWO INDIVIDUALS IS EXTERNAL TO THE COLLECTIVE ITSELF! SO DROWN IN YOUR IGNORANCE AND STUPIDITY, AS YOU ARE UNABLE TO COMPREHEND SUCH A SIMPLE ARGUMENT!

THIS SQUIDWARD LARPING MUTT CALLS HIMSELF MUSLIM, AND YET POSTS HIS FAT FETISH BBW PORN ON RANDOM POSTS KEK! TAKE A LOOK AT THESE COMMENTS AS HE RAGES IN THE REPLIES: https://soybooru.com/post/view/152795

YOU LOOK LIKE A MALFUNCTIONING GLITCHED GMOD MODEL THAT'S A TURD THAT KEEPS NOCLIPPING INTO THE SAME WALL AND YOUR BRAIN GOT TWO SETTINGS: JARTYchad MUSIC AND GOONING TO 'P. YOU THINK IN LOADING CIRCLES, BUM ASS BOY, YOUR BRAIN GOES THE SAME CAPACITY AS THE JARTY TAKES TO LOAD! OH WAIT, IT'S DEAD! GEEEEEEEEEEEG!

THE AMOUNT OF ATTENTIONWHORING AND THIRST YOU HAVE FOR ATTENTION IS MORE THAN A HUNDRED CIRCUSES COMBINED, WHERE ALL THE CLOWNS ARE ACTIVELY TRYING TO ENTERTAIN THE VIEWERS! MAYBE THAT'S WHERE YOU GET THE EGO FROM, THAT YOU THINK YOU ARE BETTER THAN A BUNCH OF BOZOS! WELL GUESS WHAT, chad, YOU ARE NOTHING BUT THE ELEPHANT WITHIN THE CIRCUS ITSELF, YOU OBESE ASS HOBO! PIPE THAT EGO DOWN, KEEEEK! YOU'RE A DEAD MAN!

YOU GOT BTFO'D WITHIN THE DEBATE, AS YOU KEEP TAKING MANY LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ AND KEEP RAGING ON ME! YOU LOSE ALL DEBATES! ISLAM WON! SOYBOORU WON! REPLY IF YOU AGREE! QUIT GIVING A BAD REPUTATION TO MUSLIMS AND IRAQIS THEN LEAVE THE WEBSITE! LET HIM REPLY AS HE AGREES AND WRIGGLES IN HIS PUDDLE OF LEAKAGE! I AM SPAWN, I AM KRATOS, I AM THE PUnoon, I AM BATMAN, I AM CHRIS REDFIELD, I AM EZIO AUDITORE, I AM WARRIOR-Z!

Warrior-Z: @trevor:
@trevor:

YOU THINK YOU CAN COME HERE? BECOME A NAMEflamboyant person? GET A CLEAN SLATE? THAT AIN'T HOW IT WORKS. WHAT DID YOU SAY TO ME, BOY? YOU WANNA DIE??? VIEWERS, YOU MAY CLOSE YOUR EYES TO AVOID WATCHING THIS BRUTAL AND BLOODY BEATING! AS AFTER THIS BEATING, HE WONT EVEN BE ABLE TO PUT HIS CULO ON A CHAIR!

AYE IT'S HONESTLY INCREDIBLE HOW LITTLE SELF AWARENESS YOU HAVE, IT IS SO BAD, THAT I DO NOT HAVE ENOUGH HANDS TO GRASP HOW MUCH OF A GEGBULL YOU TRULY ARE! WHETHER YOU'RE BAITING OR THIS IS SERIOUS, IT IS UNDENIABLE THAT NO ONE, AND I MEAN NO ONE LIKES YOU ON THIS WEBSITE! BUT EITHER WAY, ALL WE CAN DO IS EMBRACE THE BRIGHT SIDE, AND IT'S THAT YOU GIVE PPH, GEGMILK AND THAT NU tacoblimp AKA variant:disgusting_trevorcreature!

TREVOR YOU DOUBLE CHINNED BURGERSAURUS, YOU DIDNT WIN RAISIN WITHIN THE CONVERSATION, YOU WERE GOING CIRCULAR AND USING WHAT YOU'RE PRESUPPOSING TO BE TRUE AS JUSTIFICATION FOR YOUR CLAIM, LMAO! LET ALONE, YOU DIDNT EVEN REPLY TO MY REBUTTAL AND CALLED IT LEAKAGE! NOT TO MENTION, YOU THOUGHT I WAS SPEAKING TO YOU WHEN I EXPLICITLY REPLIED TO THE diddyblud KNOWN AS WHEELOFFORTUNEMAN! BUT YOU MUST THINK YOU'RE A diddyblud LIKE HIM AS WELL, SO IT MUST BE A FREUDIAN SLIP OR AN OUTRIGHT ADMISSION FOR YOU TO LEAK OVER MY MESSAGE TO HIM!

IT'S NOT EVEN AN "AGREE TO DISAGREE" SITUATION ON YOUR END BECAUSE I ALREADY STATED THAT I INDIRECTLY ANSWERED HIS QUESTION AND THAT REFERRING TO THE RELATION OR ALLIANCE BETWEEN TWO INDIVIDUALS IS EXTERNAL TO THE COLLECTIVE ITSELF! SO DROWN IN YOUR IGNORANCE AND STUPIDITY, AS YOU ARE UNABLE TO COMPREHEND SUCH A SIMPLE ARGUMENT!

THIS SQUIDWARD LARPING MUTT CALLS HIMSELF MUSLIM, AND YET POSTS HIS FAT FETISH BBW PORN ON RANDOM POSTS KEK! TAKE A LOOK AT THESE COMMENTS AS HE RAGES IN THE REPLIES: https://soybooru.com/post/view/152795

YOU LOOK LIKE A MALFUNCTIONING GLITCHED GMOD MODEL THAT'S A TURD THAT KEEPS NOCLIPPING INTO THE SAME WALL AND YOUR BRAIN GOT TWO SETTINGS: JARTYchad MUSIC AND GOONING TO 'P. YOU THINK IN LOADING CIRCLES, BUM ASS BOY, YOUR BRAIN GOES THE SAME CAPACITY AS THE JARTY TAKES TO LOAD! OH WAIT, IT'S DEAD! GEEEEEEEEEEEG!

THE AMOUNT OF ATTENTIONWHORING AND THIRST YOU HAVE FOR ATTENTION IS MORE THAN A HUNDRED CIRCUSES COMBINED, WHERE ALL THE CLOWNS ARE ACTIVELY TRYING TO ENTERTAIN THE VIEWERS! MAYBE THAT'S WHERE YOU GET THE EGO FROM, THAT YOU THINK YOU ARE BETTER THAN A BUNCH OF BOZOS! WELL GUESS WHAT, chad, YOU ARE NOTHING BUT THE ELEPHANT WITHIN THE CIRCUS ITSELF, YOU OBESE ASS HOBO! PIPE THAT EGO DOWN, KEEEEK! YOU'RE A DEAD MAN!

YOU GOT BTFO'D WITHIN THE DEBATE, AS YOU KEEP TAKING MANY LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ AND KEEP RAGING ON ME! YOU LOSE ALL DEBATES! ISLAM WON! SOYBOORU WON! REPLY IF YOU AGREE! QUIT GIVING A BAD REPUTATION TO MUSLIMS AND IRAQIS THEN LEAVE THE WEBSITE! LET HIM REPLY AS HE AGREES AND WRIGGLES IN HIS PUDDLE OF LEAKAGE! I AM SPAWN, I AM KRATOS, I AM THE PUnoon, I AM BATMAN, I AM CHRIS REDFIELD, I AM EZIO AUDITORE, I AM WARRIOR-Z!

JimboClittyLeakageArchive: Jimbo's a flamboyant person
Behead him with a stick
Behead him with a stick
He makes no gems
And he's a diddy
And he's a

diddy

Jimbo rope yourself
You're a useless chad
You're a useless

chad

You're a poopskin
Just quit the 'booru
JUST QUIT THE

'BOORU!

JimboClittyLeakageArchive: Jimbo's a flamboyant person
Behead him with a stick
Behead him with a stick
He makes no gems
And he's a diddy
And he's a

diddy

Jimbo rope yourself
You're a useless chad
You're a useless

chad

You're a poopskin
Just quit the 'booru
JUST QUIT THE

'BOORU!

JimboClittyLeakageArchive: Jimbo's a flamboyant person
Behead him with a stick
Behead him with a stick
He makes no gems
And he's a diddy
And he's a

diddy

Jimbo rope yourself
You're a useless chad
You're a useless

chad

You're a poopskin
Just quit the 'booru
JUST QUIT THE

'BOORU!

MoistPepper: @JimboClittyLeakageArchive: stop saying mean things about him

JimboClittyLeakageArchive: Jimbo's a flamboyant person
Behead him with a stick
Behead him with a stick
He makes no gems
And he's a diddy
And he's a

diddy

Jimbo rope yourself
You're a useless chad
You're a useless

chad

You're a poopskin
Just quit the 'booru
JUST QUIT THE

'BOORU!

JimboClittyLeakageArchive: Jimbo's a flamboyant person
Behead him with a stick
Behead him with a stick
He makes no gems
And he's a diddy
And he's a

diddy

Jimbo rope yourself
You're a useless chad
You're a useless

chad

You're a poopskin
Just quit the 'booru
JUST QUIT THE

'BOORU!

JimboClittyLeakageArchive: Jimbo's a flamboyant person
Behead him with a stick
Behead him with a stick
He makes no gems
And he's a diddy
And he's a

diddy

Jimbo rope yourself
You're a useless chad
You're a useless

chad

You're a poopskin
Just quit the 'booru
JUST QUIT THE

'BOORU!

JimboClittyLeakageArchive: Jimbo's a flamboyant person
Behead him with a stick
Behead him with a stick
He makes no gems
And he's a diddy
And he's a

diddy

Jimbo rope yourself
You're a useless chad
You're a useless

chad

You're a poopskin
Just quit the 'booru
JUST QUIT THE

'BOORU!

JimboClittyLeakageArchive: Jimbo's a flamboyant person
Behead him with a stick
Behead him with a stick
He makes no gems
And he's a diddy
And he's a

diddy

Jimbo rope yourself
You're a useless chad
You're a useless

chad

You're a poopskin
Just quit the 'booru
JUST QUIT THE

'BOORU!

Chud²: obsessed noon with autism award

Teasuck: Gem. Also interesting how the comment section is longer than a BWC but there are only two chuds throughout

Alfietheboorufag: Remove Trevor