This is Savannah Soares from Fall River.
As you can probably tell by the bathroom selfies, Jordans, dog filters, booty shaking, claims to be raising “3 kings” who all have a name that like rhymes with Jayden, and family reunion pictures, she has three semen demons with different sperm donors who aren’t around because they all end up in jail.
Her baby shower looked like a ghetto game of musical chairs, except the winner owed child support.
I for one am shocked that the the man with corn rows, skinny jeans that expose his underpants, and a belt that is just for show, doesn’t wear rubbers or stick around to raise his raw dog trophies.
Savannah is well versed in the art of being the side bitch.
She ironically doesn’t approve of other women who spread their legs easily despite doing it herself quite often if you buy her a 5 piece nugget and tell her that your life aspirations are to sell heroin and never leave Fall River.
Despite offering up unprotected access to her tampon tunnel to any guy with a GED and oversized gold chain, she claims that she “ain’t catching diseases” and urges the haters to “play with ya coochie not mines.”
Whatever that means.
And she’s a big fan of the n word and cultural appropriation in general.
This is her friend Harmonie Gibeau from the Riv.
Butch Barbie is a great person to bring around her children, considering her proclivity for crashing into stone walls while under the influence of drugs and carrying unlicensed weapons.
Savannah also likes to drive around with her crotch fruits on board despite not having a valid driver’s license.
Last week they were hanging out together with the newest poon polyp that will grow up not understanding the concept of what a father is, and they decided to film themselves fishbowling the room while smoking a blunt.
Welp, that kid’s life story is pre-written and its only hope is DCF, which is never a good thing.
Nevertheless the Fall River Fetus Factory believes that all is well as long as her kids tell her that she’s the best Mom, because when you have nothing to compare your mother to you kind of assume that you’re in good hands.
She insists that her kids are well taken care of because she doesn’t post them on social media, unless she’s blowing blunt smoke in their face.
Of course the real reason she ever stops posting her kids on social media is because the DCF Fairy has a tendency to take them away for short periods of time after she nods off while driving and smashes into one of her baby daddy’s cars.
She also has no time for ho’s that be telling her to take care of her trio of snatch goblins.
Because she’s too busy calling out rival ratchets on IG for a percocet deal gone wrong.
For the last year the government made healthy people cover their faces with masks to prevent the spread of commie cold, but yet our government can’t force people like this to cover their love canals with prophylactic wrappers so they’ll stop dragging innocent human beings into the the dumpster fire they call life.
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