Beef Blimp Neglectosaurus Abandons Children in Dark, Rotting Filth Hole To Find New Gunt Gravy Hose While They Starve In The Dark And Fight To The Death For Rice, Impersonates Son To Go Free Muh Boi On Herself, But She Plays A Really Good Mom On Fakebook
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According to the police report obtained by Eyewitness News, an officer responded to an apartment complex on Weeden Street for reports of a disturbance. When he arrived, police said he saw a shirtless black male walking on the sidewalk who appeared to be crying and had dried blood on his lip.
The male told the officer he got into a fight with his older brother, and that he had not seen his mother in several days.
Police said the male went on to say he and his siblings hadn’t had electricity for more than a week and they had no food to eat. He also said his brother punched him in the face and beat him with a leather belt, having gotten angry at him for spilling the last box of rice onto the floor.
The officer went to the apartment to investigate and found it was completely dark, with trash, clothing and overturned furniture strewn about, according to police. The officer noted the home had a distinct odor of rotting food and found that most of the food in the fridge had spoiled days or weeks earlier.
Police said when they called Niles, she told them she was “not fit to care for the children” and to contact the Department of Children, Youth and Families (DCYF).
About an hour later, police contacted Niles again, who said she would pick up her children at the Pawtucket police station. DCYF was also contacted and indicated they would respond to the police station as well.
On Sept. 17, police said they contacted Niles to inform her that her son was arrested on an assault charge. When she arrived at the police station, police notified her there was a warrant out for her arrest and took her into custody.”
This piece of fucking shit. She’s got her kids living in a post apocalyptic fucking nightmare, with no power, rotting food everywhere, fist fighting over the last box of rice in the house. I honestly can’t even put together the words to express my rage. We live in America, there is zero excuse for your children to be so hungry that a spilled box of rice is cause for a mele to break out between siblings. I mean, my middle school aged daughter watches her younger sibling after school, and sometimes she hits him to get off the Xobox, but they eat 4 yo crunches a piece before I get home to make dinner. Pretty typical, and I still feel shitty about it. But holy parental indifference, no well adjusted adult’s typical childhood involves getting beaten with a belt til you bleed by your brother for wasting the last edible item in the house. For fucks sake, just look at this fat sloppy cheesecunt:
Doesn’t look like she’s been missing any meals.
Look, honestly, I know what it’s like to struggle to care for your kids. I have. Parenting isn’t easy, and you don’t always start fully equipped, and sometimes it gets so overwhelming you just shut down, make poor choices, or fail in some respect. As long as you always work to fix that shit, and put your kids first, you can be forgiven, man. But it’s unforgivable to just lose all fucks. It’s not fucking human. And this bitch doesn’t look like she’s been struggling with much anguish.
What a piece of rancid lard . How can she go out and party, smile and laugh, knowing the conditions she left her four babies in? While she’s strutting around looking like a leopard print cased shit sausage, her children were stuck in third world conditions, starving in utter filth. She deserves the ninth circle of fucking hell, where you burn slowly while getting repeatedly sodomized with a pineapple to Anthony Deyoung’s Dr. Phil album on loop. Honestly, fuck this fat slopbucket shitclit. Fuck her to death with a rusty screwdriver.
Of course, she seems to spend a lot of time bragging about what a domestic goddess she is, in hopes she can lure an unsuspecting junk-in-the-box through the fupa folds and into her stench trench, then scamper off leaving nothing but her putrid snailtrail behind before he comes to.
Yeah, you sound like a regular Martha Stewart, you scumcunt. Just because you’re the size and scent of a prize tuna, doesn’t make you a good catch. When that fails she just squeezes her spoiled meat into a crusty little number off the Goodwill rack, tosses her kids a slice of moldy value bread, and drags her greasy fupa downtown for a few days of desperate grundle hunting.
And of course, her baby daddies all ain’t shit, because she plays that strong, independent black single mother routine online:
Take your own advice, you crusty cream filled cunt. Your son called you a stupid fucking bitch because that’s exactly what the fuck you are, and then some. I don’t care what color man or woman you are, you take care of your kids basic fucking needs. I’m not saying it’s ok to dip on your kids for days on end, but if you do, at least leave them $40 for some pizzas and make sure your house isn’t in the condition of a goddamn Syrian refugee camp.
When you factor in what appears to be her chosen career path, it makes slightly more sense why the bills weren’t getting paid, and a box of rice was a commodity worth taking a criminal case for:
My God is that low, even for Cheaters, where the best dancers have bullet wounds and stretch marks that look like they’ve been giving Lap Dances to Freddy Krueger while the bouncers look the other way on the “no touching” rule. I’d imagine even time she gave a private dance she ended up owing money. I don’t see what other use a strip club could have for her outside of being the bouncer, or covered up with coats to save on a coat tree. With all the built up, sweaty snatch crust that must accumulate in her folds, that’s definitely one trip to the titty bar you don’t want to wear your nicest pants for. You’re gonna leave there looking like you dragged your thighs through a clogged sewer line trap.
And seriously, when the police contact her, the only thing she has to say for herself is “I’m unfit?” Like they didn’t already make that determination as soon as they cracked the door to your dump den?? No fucking shit, you dirty fucking narwhal. This vile, apathetic triple slamburger with fleas didn’t even bother to go down to the police station to make sure they were ok (they weren’t), apologize, beg for forgiveness, say goodbye, anything. Just, “I’m going to give your the most obvious statement of the day and say I can’t take care of my own crotch fruit”, followed by “oh, I’ll get them in an hour” when she gets hassled a bit more, and then she just hangs up the phone and commences sucking bacon grease martinis down her useless gullet and promising to cook some home microwaved Hungry Man Dinners for the next brain-dead bologna stick brave enough to part her fat flaps and thrust his torpedo into her sour cream filled blowhole. She dumped those kids off with the cops like a broken dresser. Usually I’d give credit for at least admitting you’re unfit, because the vast majority of neglect momsters act like their clam missles just got babysnatched from their good, loving arms for no apparent reason. But she could’ve spoken up to someone, anyone far before she let it get THAT bad. There’s no excuse, and that shit doesn’t just devolve to that level over night. You can’t get that bad without some sort of sign or inkling that you’re not managing well along the way. And of course….when she posted bail and got back on the fakebook she did this.
Dindunuffin!! I would love to hear her rationale as to how this is anyone else’s fault but her own. I’m sure it’s a clear case of a misunderstanding, and I am missing all the most important of the FACKS.
As if she couldn’t get less appealing than week old, decaying, maggot infested dog shit, check out the comments her “son” left in response to someone who dare speak ill of her “survival of the fittest” parenting strategy:
Oh, ok. Yup. A blatantly fake Facebook profile claiming to be one of the kids she left in her horror hovel like a box of unwanted kittens, defending her good name. I wonder if it was the son who was calling her a “stupid fucking bitch”? Nice try, Neglectamus Fatamus. You put as much effort into that rouse as you did caring for your seed. Well, to be fair, probably more, but I’ve put more effort into taking a shit than you have your spawn. Those kids are obviously in the care of the state now, and foster kids can’t get on social media, especially not to defend their piece of shit rent-a-womb’s decision to forget about them like a Tupperware of leftovers in the back of the fridge.
There’s a point of no return, where there is exactly 0.0% chance of ever getting your shit together enough to parent. This rotten tub of poon ooze passed that point three exits ago. Honestly. I’ve seen some vile junkie moms in my time, but there’s usually at least one thread of a redeeming quality left when you really look at it, like, at least one basic need sort of covered. Even routinely dumping the kid off with a relative. Something. This cheesehog just woke up, decided, “fuck it” and completely jumped ship.
I’d say she needs to be forcibly sterilized, but…..just fucking look at her. Nobody’s going to be putting the raw dog to that yeasty Crisco crease any time soon. Hopefully she dies of a blocked artery before she finds anything desperate enough to even think about it.