Last year I did a blog calling out these attention seeking pork grenades who feel the need to post sad pictures of their kids alone at birthday parties that no one showed up. If no one shows up to your crotch fruit’s annual celebration for not dying in the last 365 days, it’s probably because you’re a miserable person to be around. I’ve never once heard of anyone I know having this problem. Not even close. Everyone with kids knows how the social contract goes – if you don’t come to my crotch fruit’s birthday party, I’m not going to your’s. You have to go to birthday parties when you’re invited, unless you hate the person so much that you know you’re not inviting them to your party.
Well it happened again in a Salem group I’m in….
Oh fuck off with your dog filter, pity party bullshit. First of all, why would you EVER feel the need to post something like that on a community Facebook group? How does this pertain to a bunch of strangers who weren’t invited to your party in the first place? Oh right, it doesn’t. You’re just doing it because everyone you know is sick of your bullshit, so you decided to use your crotch fruit to garner sympathy for a bunch of strangers you haven’t dicked over yet instead. And wouldn’t ya know it? She got exactly the kind of reaction she wanted.
But guess what? Her kid’s not on Facebook so she isn’t gonna see any of those. This was never about her kid, it was about her.
Here’s an idea – if you weren’t so dreadful to be around people might show up at your kid’s party. You have to be really, really, really awful for everyone on your guest list to not show up, knowing that your three year old suffers because of it.
Unless of course she didn’t invite anyone. She says right in her post, “My best friend and my Mom’s friend came as soon as they found out.”
You didn’t invite your self-proclaimed best friend, and you’re surprised no one showed up? Then who da fuq did you invite? Your shitbag siblings? You’ve known them your whole life so you should’ve realized their degenerate asses weren’t gonna show up.
This is what we’re dealing with here.
Tittooed Jodi Arias. Try smiling once in a while and maybe people won’t mind being in your presence.
This is her most recent post, which tells us a lot.
“Everyone wants to fuck me, wah, wah, wah!! I’m just trying to live my best life over here, but because my snatch is like a mutton magnet these hungry mother fuckers keep trying play coochy cornhole, why do I have to be cursed with being so hot? wah, wah, wah!!”
Here’s an idea – tell one of the guys in your inbox who’s bothering you to come to your kid’s party next time instead of being a salty clam to everyone you deal with.
Oh, and this explains a lot.
Yea, generally if you just moved here from another state a thousand miles away it’s gonna be hard to make enough friends to have a birthday party. Just sayin.
And where was your “fiance” Stan for this?
You’re engaged to a guy with a pube chinstrap named Stan. And that ladies and gentlemen, is why no one showed up to her kid’s birthday party. Mystery solved.
At the end of the day she got exactly what she wanted:
A free party. Because these posts ALWAYS lead to free shit.
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