About
Gomer Gimpson is whatever you make of him, stumbling straight from Springfield onto the BSC chain. Some hodl him ironically for that face that looks like a Photoshop trainwreck, some trade him for a quick Duff beer buck, some mock his dumbassery, and others treat him like a walking donut factory to roast.
One thing’s for damn sure: Gomer just want to lay and count the $GOMER while avoiding Mr. Burns' tax bill—like him, don’t like him, he’s sticking around like a bad couch gag.
