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Who remembers the Beverly Scrotumpole?
He’s the genius who was selling $246 worth of food stamps for $120 out of his public housing complex, admitted that he had plenty of food and thus did not need public assistance, and saw nothing wrong with it. He is an able bodied adult who claims to work as a personal trainer, and who qualifies for food stamps because he’s a junkie who reproduced. That’s literally all you have to do and we will throw taxpayer money at your face until you choke on it.
Well, he’s back, except this time he’s not selling stamps, he’s selling forged documents so you too can sit back and defraud the taxpayers and/or your employer.
It’s OK though, because he does NOT do prescriptions, visas, or social security cards. He lives by a ratchet code after all. Forged doctor’s notes are OK because the only people being screwed over are the employer and the taxpayers. This comeing from a guy who once said this about “unemployed entitled spoiled bitches.”
Now he’s helping you become unemployed and getting paid while doing so.
Hit him up and then you too can be taking shirtless selfies after dropping a bomb on the throne.
Taking topless selfies for no reason whatsoever in the middle of a gym.
Trying out to become the world’s biggest bag of queef pubes.
Holding down a down ass ho.
And stacking that cheddar.
But please, tell me more about how we’re too mean to junkies. We should definitely be nicer to pillars of society like the Beverly Scortumpole.