🗑️The Myth. The Mess. The Greg.
He never asked for glory. He just wanted the snack tray.
Some say he was summoned.
Others say he wandered in during the Formalwear round and refused to leave.
But everyone agrees: Greg the Raccoon embodied the Himbo Spirit so hard, he broke the pageant and our hearts wide open.
Wrapped in rhinestones, fueled by Cheetos, Greg didn’t just crash the Mr. Himbo Pageant—he ascended.
What is #JusticeForGreg?
A movement.
A mythos.
A minor security concern.
Greg was disqualified on a technicality (“not technically human,” they said—speciesism much?).
But did that stop him from sashaying across the stage, stealing the mic, and squeaking out what sounded like “I believe in love?”
Absolutely not.
#JusticeForGreg is our promise that the pageant stage belongs to all radiant beings—furry or otherwise—who embody:
Unfiltered joy
Unshakable confidence
Raw snack-based charisma
Unapologetic sparkle energy
Want to help?
Say his name.
Tag your chaos with #JusticeForGreg
Vote to officially enshrine Greg as the first-ever Mr. Grimbo Emeritus.
Merch? Maybe.
A documentary? We’re in talks.
A shrine made of glitter glue and energy drinks? Already exists.
Greg is legend.
Greg is icon.
Greg is, somehow, still in the building.
Long live the trash prince.
Long live the glitter.
Long live Greg*. 🐾✨
*Bort demanded to be mentioned here. We’re not arguing with him.
This is Bort. (That’s it. That’s the caption.)
Stage Manager, Therapist, Threat.**
He doesn’t speak.
He makes prolonged eye contact and expects applause.
Bort travels exclusively by duffel bag, eats glitter glue recreationally, and once hissed at a taxidermy exhibit for being “disrespectful.” No one knows who trained him. He might have trained himself.
Not a contestant. Not a mascot.
Bort is a concept.
You do not summon Bort.
You meet his gaze, realize your deepest truth, and back away slowly.
He’s been known to issue performance reviews in blood-orange Sharpie. We don’t know where he gets them. The markers, or the reviews.