Haven’t done a blog on Predator Poachers of Massachusetts lately but a bunch of people sent us their latest catch out of Leominster named Justin Eillert that had a twist – he pissed his pants. They also made him call his Mom and tell her that he was there to fuck an imaginary boy who turned out to be a Puerto Rican man from Leominster.
As usual, I’m blown away over how easy it is for them to find people in a small area like northern Worcester County. By now they should know that these guys are out there fishing for pedos, but they love fucking 14 year old boys so much they think it’s worth the risk.
The best part is that he said he wanted to educate the boy he was trying to bang about pedophilia. Like the kid would show up all horny and stick around for a lecture from a greasy ginger who works at Dunkin Donuts.
I haven’t spoken to the poachers about this catch, but from my experience with them they always have the chat logs and contact police afterwards. According to the poachers he told the boy “We can fuck each other’s brains out,” which is just next level chomo.
The most amazing part about that video was the phone call home to Mom. It took him 3 minutes to make the call because he was doing some shady shit on this phone. Then Mom acted like she was talking to a 7th grade teacher who was informing her that her pedo son has missed too many homework assignments.
“First time and it’s certainly gonna be the fucking last time. I will certainly be speaking to my son.”
A stern talking to about why he shouldn’t be pilfering the assholes of human beings born after Hurricane Katrina. Sounds like she’s taking this seriously, especially with how they ended it.
“I love you baby, bye!”
I know from dealing with the poachers before that they’re not dumb enough to fall for this line from Carrot On Top Of Boys.
“I’m gonna show her the chat.”
No he’s not. There is a 0.0% chance he’s gonna voluntarily show his mother the chat logs of him vowing to fuck the shit out of a child. This is a pathological liar who will say and do anything to get out of trouble. He pissed his pants on purpose hoping they’d feel bad for him and let him go. He wouldn’t do the jumping jacks or sing the song they told him to. He ignored them when they told him to call his Mom. He wouldn’t even tell her the whole story when he was in front of them, so why the fuck would he come clean with his Mom when no one was around to make sure he did?
Anyway, Carrot On Top Of Boys is a 2014 Millbury graduate and a former employee of the Belfont Hotel, which means he’s likely a drag queen too.
And remembrer when you go to vote in November, one of the two parties wants people like this reading books to kids in the public library, and it’s not Trump’s party.
A quick look of the things he likes on his Facebook page shows us that he’s really into Disney.
Which only goes to show that he likely takes an interest in shit kids like in order to groom them to be his Carrot Bottom.
Let’s hope the poachers have contacted Leominster Police and this piece of shit gets a little more punishment than a public shaming and a phone call with Mommy.
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