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‘Twas a few days after Christmas
On the dirty South Shore
When Turtlegirl found herself
Swimming in tips galore.
It had been ’bout a week
Since the saga went live
and all the little Turtleriders
Were losing their minds.
So she typed and she typed
Just as fast as she could
She had left her readers
Saying “it was about to get good….”
So when we left off
Kailey and Dylan had gone dark.
Not a peep on the Facebook
Still living in a park
Dumperslug demanded there should be no part two.
But Turtlegirl still had 70 emails to go through!
As she read the sordid backstory with glee
She would now like to welcome you
to Chapter three!
So have a few drinks
To ring in the New Year
Because you’re not going to believe
The shit you’re about to hear….
This is a prequel
of the now-infamous two
And the story that lead up
to the town they tried to screw.
I apologize that it took longer than expected to be published. You’ll understand why once you dive in. In total I received more than 40 emails from people who had encounters with these slime-trails. Family, Friends, former co-workers.
It seems that when some Turtle rider decided to share the Scam Alert on an East Bridgwater page, a fungal gash, who turned out to be Kailey’s mom, jumped on to defend her.
Heather French-Brenton is in clear denial that her daughter is the worst kind of human. She’s obviously the reason Kailey is why she is. She tried to scream about how we were printing false information. The woman who they were challenging offered to mail Kailey and Dylan’s kids three $200 Amazon gift cards, but when she said she wanted them to go directly to the kids, Kailey didn’t want them anymore.
THAT is the kind of kid you raised, Heather. Well Mom, Part III is dedicated to you and that idiot fuck you call a husband for making excuses on the kid you should have swallowed. Let’s see if you open your pie hole when you see your daughter admitting she stole from you and is a heroin addict.
Kailey and Dylan’s actions in the past are deplorable. Mr. Turtlegirl and I were sick to our stomachs reading some of the words coming directly out of Kailey’s own mouth. The further I read on I realized this wasn’t a girl who fit the staple signs for a domestic violence victim. These were two slugs o’ dumpster who made a career out of being scumbags and causing self-inflicted turmoil wherever they went. They brought children in to this world who will always wonder why their parents didn’t choose them.
Starting with that condo in question. We had a few neighbors come out of the woodwork and tell me what is was like with these two as neighbors.
Living near them was Hell. The police would be there constantly because of their drug-dealing and domestic disputes. Here is a letter that the condo association management received the day after Dylan tried to kill Kailey.
Having all of your neighbors want a restraining order on you is normal to these scumfucks.
When the neighbors started fighting back Dylan allegedly took it upon himself to show them he was angry by spray painting “faggot” on the condo siding.
The neighbors went on to say that the pair would never throw their trash away in the community dumpsters. They were too lazy to make it over there so it would just pile up in their house. The place was noxious with odor and infested with flies. The lightbulbs would be taken out of the community hallways so they could smoke meth. There were cigarette burns in the carpet. Holes punched in walls. The real estate listing for the condo came with a giant “AS IS” clause because it was in such horrible condition and littered with junk.
Kailey was adamant on the Facebook machine that her only crime was being homeless. She was just a victim. She wasn’t getting help from the state. That these were lies we were spreading about her. She’s never done drugs, been arrested, and was a good mother. I guess that was too much for a former friend of hers to swallow. The ex-friend reached out to us and sent us the following screenshots between herself and Kailey. In Kailey’s own words she admits to lying to DCF, shooting heroin and coke, selling drugs, stealing from her family, having drug-addled friends around her children. There is also a graphic play by play of Dylan trying to kill her.
The only reason I am leaving the details of the domestic abuse in the blog, even though I truly believe in the protection of victims of domestic violence, is that Dylan did this in front of their screaming children. Kailey recanted all of this to the DCF workers to try and get her kids back and I can’t morally let that fly. I know I’m a foul-mouthed opinion blogger but I have a family. I would rip out someone’s still-beating heart and take a bite out of it to protect my kids. I thought long and hard about this and that’s why I sat on part three for a few days. Leaving these up for those she lied to is the right thing to do. Here it is, in her own words, Kailey Elizabeth Carlson is guilty of being the lying shit-stain we all knew she was.
Please excuse the fact that screenshots are numbered. Trying to keep them organized was enough to to make me want to take an ice pick to my retinas.
There is so much wrong with this. Between the explanation of her graphic assault, to the kids watching her be beaten, to the fact that Kailey thinks it’s her family’s job to keep buying her phones because Dylan destroyed them and she can’t get in touch DCF. You can’t get in touch with DCF because your husband is a maniac. DCF is involved because your husband is a maniac. See the pattern?
This is where Kailey starts to confess her own addiction issues. Funny seeing that she was adamant about never doing drugs.
Catch that? She got HIM shooting it.
Yeah, because it makes a huge difference that you waited for the kids to pass out before shooting up.
No, they took them because you’re a shit parent.
That’s right Turtleriders! The same ratchet that was trying to convince all of you that she was God’s perfect angel was hiding her heroin habit from her husband, family, and kids!
But you should give her whatever you’ve got as she begs on the Internet….
Yeah, best to hide it.
During the times Kailey was shooting up, her young son had destroyed a laptop and knocked over a bird cage, killing the two birds inside. All because he wasn’t being watched.
Kailey made excuses for that too.
It’s called being a bi-polar drug addict, genius.
The friend kind of takes the wind out of my sails here because she says exactly what we are all thinking.
She’s got pain meds, Kpins, adderal. All the things you need for the happy home of drug abuse.
And now >drumroll please< Dylan gets arrested again…
Kailey doesn’t like it when she, the Royal Highness, has to smell them crack fumes that Dylan’s mom be smokin’.
Try not breaking in to a house next time, eh?
Kailey would know about making a Public Defender work!
And the grand finale? “Oh, you just got married? Give us some of that money we know you got in cards!”
The former friend said Kailey, aside from having some gender identity crisis and suddenly gay, even though she’s tent-living with the dude she married and chose over her kids, is an avid anti-vaxxer. As if I needed another reason to hate this clam. Not vaccinating your kids is the dumbest fucking thing on the planet. It’s probably for the best that adoption papers are being filed for them to live happily with a stable relative.
Kailey would cry poor to her friends so they would buy her groceries and then complain that the food wasn’t organic. No sooner than she could mutter the complaint about GMO’s and pesticides, the friend said, she would demand Dylan go and get the kids a Happy Meal. Yeah, because I’m sure those chicken nuggets are woodbooger certified, Moron.
We heard from several people who have witnessed Kailey and Dylan using EBT cards. Back when Dylan was briefly working at Shaw’s, before he lost his job because of his inability to manage his anger, he would start his shift by buying a Monster energy drink on the state’s dime. Glad we could keep you caffeinated enough to work that couple hours with our tax dollars, you spoon-cooking wastoid.
…. and that’s the end for now my wee Turtleriders! I’m sure that we haven’t heard the last of our favorite Dumpsterslugs even though they just dropped a couple bucks on luggage to get out of town. I have to admit that there is a little part of me being sad that I’m wrapping this up for the time being. It’s been a hell of a ride.
If you know any other dirt on these two hit me up at [email protected]
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