It's gonna be a large one

logspeak

called it

durr i jus mayde wun

you're about to make about 5 and then be a lying bitch about it

Proof?

Where's the proof E?
There's just one.

logspeak

E speak

doesn't work that way fatass

E doesn't exist
you do

inb4 transphobic/nazi/trumpshit cringe

Proof?

botspeak

NEW POPE: ANDY VI

You're Eustace.

Poope brown.

E speak

In nomie Poopie, et Fecal et Spiritus Stinky

The smoke wasn't white nor black, it was STEAM.

Mr steam gets tough on steam and logs in just a minute Mr steam will clog your whole house and everyone that's in it, floors doors walls halls he's so tough he clogs them all grindy tubs and tiles too, so your bathroom is clogged as new, mr steam gets tough on stuff and clogs kitchens in a minute, mr steam will clog your whole house and everyone thats in it, mr steam mr steam mr steam

mods why is this faggot's spam still up

E why are you still unmedicated?

E

doesn't exist fatass

unmedicated

you fantasize about eating shit nutcase

meds why hasn't E taken you yet?

still posting a failed meme

cringe

still replying

cringe

you're hardly the arbiter of "cringe" spamlord

Proof?

botspeak

faggot

Retard Steve, as he was known to the locals, lived a life that was not defined by his challenges, but by his unwavering resilience. He was a gay man with AIDS, and his mental capacity was not like that of others. Despite these obstacles, Steve found joy in the simplest of things - a warm sun on his face, the sound of birds chirping, or the taste of his favorite ice cream.

Steve lived in a small group home on the outskirts of town, where he was cared for by a team of dedicated caregivers. They helped him with his daily needs, from taking his medication to assisting him with basic tasks like dressing and feeding himself. But despite their best efforts, Steve's condition continued to deteriorate.

One day, while out on a walk with one of his caregivers, Steve spotted a small gay pride flag hanging in the window of a local shop. His eyes lit up with excitement as he pointed at the flag and exclaimed "Rainbow! Rainbow!" The caregiver smiled and took Steve's hand, leading him into the shop.

Inside, they found a vibrant community of people who welcomed Steve with open arms. For the first time in his life, he felt like he belonged. The shop owner, a kind-hearted man named Mark, took a particular liking to Steve and began to visit him at his group home.

As Mark got to know Steve better, he realized that beneath his mental challenges lay a deep well of emotion and creativity. Mark started bringing art supplies to their visits, and soon Steve was expressing himself through colorful paintings and drawings.

Despite his struggles with AIDS and mental health issues including being mentally challenged , Retard Steve found solace in art therapy brought about new meaning into Steves' life . His artwork became an outlet for emotions he couldn't verbalize otherwise which inspired hope within those around him facing similar adversity including other residents within group home setting.