Does the color brown mean anything to you? In the world of pigments, Luup is the "top dawg" if you will. Nearly all online pigment sales can be traced back to him. His factories pump out toxic pollution 24/7, and dump waste into the nearby river. We've all bought pigments from luup, whether we wanted to or not. Once, I peeled back the label on my Mr. Chin's Natural Eastern Pigment from the michaels arts and crafts and sure enough underneath was Luup's laughing face and the Luup's Pigments logo. I tried to fight back, but his army of lawyers came to my house and broke my windows and let the air out of my car tire (i couldn't pay for 4, need to win big at the slots). If you see him walking thru town in his tiedie coat and rainbow hat, drinking a big mug of cadmium yellow, STEER CLEAR or set your mobility scooter's autopilot to EVASIVE.

Among those of us with esoteric libraries, Luup ranks near the top. I thought my collection of books and tomes was impressive, but when luup invited me to his estate in rural arkansas via AOL messenger I was absolutely aghast. Scriptures, tomes, and manuscripts as far as the eye could see. This is where the story takes a bad turn... I was jealous. I was green with envy. I burnt the entire thing to the ground. "WHy are you doing that" luup asked over and over as I drove to the store to buy gas, milk, and matches. "Stop doing that" he said as I poured the gas and drank the milk. "I'm leaving." he finally said as I struck the final match. I still don't know where he is...

Luup sold me my first boiled egg in in 2006. I was fresh out of college, bright eyed, and ready to take on the world. needless to say, the stress of my high powered business job made me seek out mind altering substances and Matrix-adjacent forays into altered realities. After being denied a promotion due to my white rabbit tattoo and severe dependence on dope (pool cleaning tablets) i found myself in bad + dark place. Luup appeared like an angel, offering me a hard boiled egg with the promise that it would turn my messed up life around. Sure enough, I have a necktie and a gas station job today and I can support my ex wife almost every month. Whenever I think of going back on my promise I think of how good an egg is and how much I like an egg to eat.

Luup aka "Mr. Snips" as he goes by in certain circles sold me a bad DMT pill last year at a smash mouth concert. As a result my vision has a permanent aura and blur and I see ghost-like visions when I am tired. This has resulted in me losing my job at the jetski factory outlet store where I cleaned the toilets.

What can you say about the person who saved your damn life? This guy donated the ENTIRE contents of this thorax to me after I was struck by an errant lawn dart as part of a YouTube prank video gone awry. Needless to say luup passed away shortly after due to aggressive bristles syndrome and because he didn't have a lungs an liver.

Here's where it gets dark ladies and germs... Ever since my surgery I've had... Odd cravings. I love to eat apples and oranges late into the night, often exclaiming my love of fruit for all to hear. My wife is threatening to leave because my wails of pleasure are waking up her boyfriend and causing him to perform poorly at his gas station job. Sometimes I lick my fingies clean after a apple+orange binge and I'm so damn out of my gourd that I sprint to the store to buy more. I've been banned from several fruit retailers as a direct result of my behavior towards the staff and my conduct in their public restrooms. Also my hair turned white for some reason.

Luup planted an IED underneath the right-rear tire of my 1999 kia rio. the resulting explosion not only dismembered my entire undercarriage and mangled both of my legs beyond recognition, but also resulted in me contracting a antibacterial resistant infection during my stay in the hospital. Luup has graciously offered to cover the cost of my wheelchair fuel, however he has not agreed to fund me via amazon/nintendo store gift cards to cover my emotional anguish from this incident.

Wow. Where to begin? This guy is a con artist pure and simple. First of all, he SEVERELY undercooked a shrimp and fed it to me, resulting in weeks of painful BMs and a trip to the ER which cost me thousands of dollars (doctors say they may have to remove a section of my intestines to cure the issues/problems ive been having with my bottom). Second, we were playing in the yard and he told me to go get a ball and when I was far away he fired what I now undetstand to be a gyrojet type projectile at me. Thankfully it missed and struck a nearby horse, but knowing that I was inches from death at the whims of this flipping psychopath makes me cry and whimper every night.

THIS MAN IS A VECTOR FOR PIGEON FLU. Luup contracted pigeon flu in 1997 and has been spreading his infection across the continental united states for the last 26 years. I have traced every outbreak of this disease as it has ravaged adult theaters, McDonalds' ball pits, gem and crystal dealer outlets, and neonatal burn wards and I have never come close to catching Luup. If you see LUUP call the CDC immediately. If you have symptoms of pigeon flu avoid the urge to nest and call me on my personal line (202) 675-6000 between the hours of 3pm and 530pm and do not call me on saturdays cus I have custody of my son Ben and we go bowling.

In archaeology circles, Luup is what is known as a "Boney" that is, someone who steals bones from dig sites and museums and trades them illegally on the bone markets in Shanghai, Mumbai, or Gary Indiana. I'm writing this today to expose Luup (finger him, you might say) in the recent theft of an Australopithecus distal phalanges (finger tip bone) from one of my dig sites last Tuesday while I was eating two dinners by myself at the Chili's in Addis Ababa Ethiopia. If you see a man matching Luup's description (6'6'', blonde hair, muscular build, distinctive limp as a result of aggressive late-stage Fibrodysplasia ossificans progressiva) please dial Barry and let him know.

Luup and and I are part of an elite team of what you normals might call "cyberhackers". We trade in black market data and hack elite government / corporate http web pages for the highest bidder. When we got into this game I told Luup (over a shared oreo blizzard) that we could never just walk away, that we had to commit to doing this stuff for the rest of our lives. at the time he began to laugh and handed me a notecard that said "forgive my laugh, I'm da joker babee". Well today I'm writing this message to warn any other cyberhackers that Luup is a bozo and a bad nut. Luup sabotaged the hack of our lives when he opened a mp3 file with a hidden file extension and gave himself a bad e-worm type virus. Luup if you're reading this i hope you know that we could have made hundreds of thousands of doge coin and you blew it. Here's to you *raises glass*

Part 2
Mr Logan visited me whilst I was sunning myself in the spacious antechamber of my yacht's second floor mezanine (he arrived by helicopter) and took note of Flip. "Can I cut off that lump with my scissors?" he said to me. I was so aghast I retired to the foredeck for a dip in the micro-lake to clear my head. When I come back Flip's mass had been excised and mr Logan was no where to be found. I ordered his helicopter scuttled but after the salvage team returned I was made aware that nobody was onboard except the pilot, Copilot, and a make-a-wish recipient. How Mr Logan escape eludes me and While my dog flip's health is improving I maintain that his health and well being is my SOLE domain. Thank you.

Part 1
There's a word the Pijao of colombia use to describe mr Logan: "cebolla," loosely translated, it means "one who takes a bite from a plum without first checking it for wasps or worms". I hesitate to label Mr Logan with such hateful language, however his recent actions make me think it is warranted. My Dog Flip was recently diagnosed with an inoperable teratoma which had formed on his left flank. The mass, which was composed of teeth and hair, continued to grow at a rapid rate, starving Flip of nutrients and making him wither into a husk like creature that sprayed pee and poop at varying times of the day.

in summer 1996 i engaged in a rousing bout of open-toed shoe wrestling with Mr. Logan. After our match I was toweling off and I realized I had a raised bump on my left thigh about the size of a silver dollar. 26 years and nearly 130 medical procedures later my personal doctor is recommending the amputation of my big toe as a direct result of the mystery infection on my thigh which I am certain i contracted from Mr. Logan. I have hired teams of ♥♥♥♥♥ (private investigators) to locate and serve court papers to Mr. Logan however he simply disappeared after our wrestling match all those years ago. If ANYONE knows the whereabouts of Mr Logan please contact the Sabel Martin and Minke lawfirm and mention my name: Hermis Crawlberto

luup trades in rare gems and collectible spheres and I met him on a sphere trading forum in the late 90s. I originally believed that he was a stand up guy and generally a good person but In the last few months I have found that to be not the case. Luup and my GF were close friends and frequently went on "friends trips" to cancun, disney land, and hawaii. I have recently learned via a mutual friend that these trips are actually part of an elaborate ruse involving gangstalking and directed energy beams which have been giving me debilitating headaches and chronic IBS. I broke off my long time friendship with Mr Luup after selling him the remainder of my spheres and most of my gems. To be clear he is a good guy but his heart is black and burnt so i would avoid him. god bless.

mr logan purchased for me one(1) diet sprite at the wendsys in McMullen Alabama and the beverage I recieved from him was flat and had an additional flavoring that I could not place at the time(however I believe it to be a expired buttermint from a nearby hotel that he dropped ito the beverage without consulting me) as a result I have remotely lowered his credit score from my mobile command sphere and I plan to bombard him with radio waves in the mega-long wavelength band starting this year around march.

This guy is alright. he gave me money when I was at my lowest (addicted to Kraft singles) and didn't even ask for it back right away. When i needed a place to stay he gave me a shirt off his back and told me to go somewhere else and that was ok. he stoleded all my blood to finance his houseboat repairs.

stole my summer home from me by forging a deed with mspaint pls email him angry faces like this >:(

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