I miss Jim.
I would karate chop a nigger for Jim. I would make stir-fry in a wok for Jim. I would operate extremely dangerous machinery in a collective manner for Jim. I would not point dangerous >1W lasers in Jim's eyes. I would read frog and toad with Jim, and hug at the end. I would joyfully laugh with Jim as we put nigger corpses in 55 gallon drums and sink them in the ocean. I would hold Jim's hand (no homo) as he aimed a 125W infrared laser at a flock camera. I would show Jim how to disable an entire data center... with a nigger catapult.

Jim is life. Jim is love. Remember Jim.

^this is peak male physique

Every man needs to dwarfmaxx

I mean, we have never seen you either. You could be an AI

And youre an Italian food made from unleavened dough bro what's your point

man the italian fast food chain "chicken taste" says halal at the bottom and sells indian food. we are soooooo cooked

Every sensitive young man has experienced this at least once in his life