Brockton Hub Dumpster Fire Of The Day – Skankalicious Tittooed Trash Titan Displays An Impressive Lack Of Self Awareness In Ironic Catty Post, Is Brutally Mocked Out By A Mob Of Hubsters Who Prove Her Hoodrat Powers Ineffective Against Basic Observation, Proper Punctuation And Spelling
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I didn’t even catch the entirety of this glorious heap of burning garbage on the Hub today, and it is still my absolute favorite. Apparently, some ghettoslug decided to slither out of the garbage can she was inhabiting today, to post this gem:
Which one can infer did not go the way she envisioned, because by the time I arrived, the post was gone, with only the proof that she turned off commenting before dirty deleting remaining.
Luckily, the fine citizens of the hub were not ready to let this one go, and a new thread was born from the ashes, containing a delightful amount of ratchetry, delusions of grandeur, and butchered English penned by this crotchrot-filled thotpocket.
The irony is amazing here. I’m pretty sure that somewhere written in the laws of nature, you are not permitted to infer that another ratchet is prostituting herself on a yard sale site somewhere, when you look like this on purpose.
And definitely not if you say shit like this.
You may dislike white people, but all the races, colors, creed and orientations of the internet came together to shit all over you in an equal-opportunity smack down. No wonder she turned off commenting.
Naturally, though, this steaming-thot plate of genital warts had a perfectly reasonable explanation as to why pressed mute before the inevitable delete and retreat:
Of course. After stirring up a category 3 shit storm on the Hub, this slamburger with fleas only had the time to reply in between flagging down cars outside some rundown liquor store on Main St. to hawk $15 handjobs.
Things really took a turn for the hilarious when she wisely decided to start insulting other people’s children.
Now, I know insulting this velociratchet’s crotch fruit could be construed as a pretty low blow, but in all fairness, when your mom looks like this
You’re probably not destined to graduate from Columbia with your MBA.
Be realistic and shoot for a Prison-issued barber’s certificate, despite what your rent-a-womb might scribble on the construction paper she made you boost from art class in the name of good old fashioned online panhandling for cash.
Yeah. Your mother’s mastery of the English language determined that to be a lie.
Ultimately, the trolls, haters and HIV-negative of the Hub prevailed, and in the ultimate show of online victory, ran the talking bacteria culture back to the Hennessy-soaked bowels of the web from whence she came:
Should’ve leveled up on a couple extra Steel Reserves and Newport 100s before stepping to the people of the Hub. You either come to the Hub full ratchet, or don’t come at all. Lesson learned.
Now let me break it down for you right here and deliver the finishing blow, skankasarus wreck, and I don’t mean what you do for dime bags of Brockton Brown behind the mini mart dumpster.
If you post statuses begging for cash like this:
And can’t resist the urge to regularly proclaim your insatiable desire for some unemployed moochmeat like this:
While also going through no less than one whiny, dramatic breakup for each of the preceding calendar months like this:
Because you have the most eligible xanax-gobbling, Hennessy sipping Northcottage alumni Plentyoffish.com can find
battling for the right to park their pork and beans in your cavernous chlamydia trap, like this:
Only to settle on just one flavor of felon fellatio and demonstrate your confusion of the words “legally”, “marriage” and “wife” a mere 5 months later like this:
And, most importantly, if you do all the above while looking like you are responsible for 3/4 of the quarterly sales for the makers of Valtrex like this:
Then you need to put down your Boost mobile prepaid, rinse off all the DNA in cell block C in the kitchen sink, and get ready for you lunch shift at The Wild Zebra Gentleman’s club. Because you really have no business calling anyone else a whore.