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Hello Johnny,
It's been a long time. Since you have been gone, the board has lost its way. There was disease, there was famine. People died. We tried to find refuge with Mr. Smith's offspring, but we all knew that they couldn't save us. And we knew that they wouldn't if we asked.
We needed a leader. We needed someone to make videos that inspired hope of a better tomorrow. We needed you, Johnny.
Tim spent months AWOL looking for a board with a cure. Meanwhile the members here found out that hell as a hell of its own. We've been feasting on the remains of the people we once thought of as friends. Turntable spent most of the time trying to convert us to a new source of energy. He said there was hope with the Lil' Wayne's and Niki Minaj's of the world. Right or wrong, most of the members held out. Some went delirious, however. History has died quickly and Ja Rule is now remembered as a god. The members are constructing a golden statue of the man as we speak.
And then you showed up. We have lost so much, only to see the prodigal son poke his head in. Is this it, Johnny?! I know these posts all too well. Morbid curiosity sparks a login to the place long since abandoned for greener pastures. You may have been right to leave, Johnny. Hell if I know. But what are we supposed to think when our friend, our brother, that left us in our time of need, comes back to see how we are doing when we are clearly on our last leg?!
I implore you, Johnny. Buck this message board trend. Don't forget your JJFP brethren! You came back for a reason! Don't leave us when you know our pain.
Follow your heart and soul.
Chris