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This is what you get when you give garbage pail losers a fresh start and the opportunity to turn over a new leaf:
This derp-faced debutante is Robin Adell Anderson and she just flushed her big ol’ steaming turd of a life down the crapper AGAIN.
Robin earned herself a luxury trip to jail on Saturday after a 3 month-long investigation by the DEA and Portsmouth PD for selling cocaine. Really though, any 36 year old woman who still wears her hair in pigtails SHOULD be investigated. You know who wears pigtails past puberty? Porn stars and trashy weirdos. I’m honestly most surprised by the fact that someone’s been arrested in NH for selling a drug other than Heroin.
Things are lookin’ up, Sununu!
She was held on 10k cash bail and is due in court this morning. She’s is looking at 2 Class A felonies for sale of a controlled drug and each count holds a 7.5-15 year sentence. Yayo is a no-no but Robin has to sell blow to balding, Mötley Crü enthusiasts in order to maintain her opulent lifestyle.
See? Her duplex doesn’t even have 16 satellite dishes strapped to the roof OR a broken TV on the porch. It’s basically Buckingham palace by the sea.
What I find interesting is that local news outlets have made a point to mention some of her previous arrests:
Oh, there’s these too:
Yeah, please be sure to mention the time she whacked some clown with a water pitcher but feel free to skip right over that whole murder business.
Yep. Murder. Not a freak accident. Not partial involvement. Not circumstantial evidence. We’re talking MURDER murder.
Back in the day when Robin was only 18 she was already hanging out with scumfucks and losers galore.
The timeline goes like this:
On Labor Day weekend in 1998 a group of New Hampshire’s finest had been partying at the Salisbury Inn Motel where a room was being rented by Mike Monahan.
(5 star accommodations for sure.)
Mike got into it with his friend (and former room-mate) Michael Keohane when Monahans wallet went missing from the room. He accused Keohane of stealing his wallet and was pissed because Keohane already owed him money after using his car and getting it impounded.
::Rabble rabble rabble! Loud noises!::
The next night Monahan invited (lured) Keohane to a house party in Salisbury, smashed him in the face with a bag of beers, beat him up and split his head open.
Alright so Keohane got his ass kicked. I get it, that sucks. Granted, clobbering your friend with beer bottles isn’t the right approach to settling financial differences, but getting your buddies car impounded and refusing to pay for it is a pretty dick move. So it was a drunken bro-beatdown. We’ve all seen or been in one. Not the end of the world.
Well everyone ends up partying at Robins house in Exeter later that night and Keohane is going on and on about how he’s going to “crack him (Monahan) in the face with a baseball bat.” He asks for rubber gloves. He grabs a bat. He asks Robin to use her car.
Robin claims she thought they were going to the store and had nooooo ideaaa they were going to the Motel until they got there (because Keohan was totally running to 7-11 at 2 a.m. for a Big Gulp and one of those gross, robbery hotdogs that sit on heated rollers all day.)
When they get to the motel Robin gets out of the car and goes with him. He sneaks through the window, let’s her in through the door and then bashes Monahans skull in while he’s sleeping.
So Robin calls the cops right?
They make a pit stop by the NH tolls to ditch the evidence, go back to partying at her place and then went on the lam to a crap hotel in Salem NH before getting caught by the police.
The only reason Robin didn’t go to jail is because she agreed to testify against Keohane. So in lieu of prison she got 3 years of probation. What a golden opportunity! A 2nd chance to do right and lead a life of example! Look at her remarklable achievements!
NYE- When you dress in your best Salvation Army prom dress and hang disco balls in the bathroom.
Just kidding. Robin spent the last 2 decades being a supreme slop-tart and going nowhere. The girl in the photo with her is her twin sister who was (supposedly) lusting for Keohanes ding-dong at the time of the murder. Robin claims there was no relationship between her and Keohane and that they had only met a of couple weeks prior to the murder.
Two weeks: That’s all it takes for Robin to be 1/2 of your homocide buddy-system. She can maintain she had no clue what was going to transpire but a drunken rage monster with a Louisville slugger doesn’t rummage for rubber gloves at 2 a.m because he has plans for a moonlit game of hopscotch. Even if she didn’t know beforehand, she followed him from the car and when he snuck through a motel window, she tagged right along with him. I know her brain was probably robbed of oxygen from exposure to peroxide, butterfly clips and blaring Monica/Brandy’s “The Boy Is Mine” on repeat but nobody is that dense. How about the other 3 people in the car that night? Nobody suspected Keohane was going to do anything illegal? (Not even Mike Hawkins, Keohanes buddy who police later discovered stole the goddamn wallet in the first place?)
Well Keohane went to prison for life in Shirley (and committed suicide in 2006 in a Hernandez-esque bedsheet hanging) and Robin spent her valuable time dressing like a cokehead version of Deena from The Jersey Shore and selling drugs.
Hey, at least she didn’t queef out a baby.
… I think.