Who remembers this Attleboro salt water stank sponge?
Her Christian name is Angela Huntley, she’s married to Nick Costi, but her Turtleboy name will forever be “Fertilization Felicia,” after she was featured in August begging for free AC’s, and hiding behind her litter of crotch fruits as bait to acquire them, and then selling them with ZERO SHAME on the same community yard sale pages just days later.
You name it, she was selling it.
Most of the stuff was in its original container, because she begs for free shit constantly, preys upon nice people with big hearts, and then spits in their face by selling it in front of them.
Well she’s apparently up to her old tricks, and as usual she’s hiding behind her crotch fruits to scam drug money out of nice people.
She went on the Rhode Island yard sale group, said she was homeless and needed diapers for her crotch fruits, and this woman went and ordered her some from Walmart.
Then the next day this happened.
In other words, her poon polyps don’t really need diapers, if she even has custody of them. She just uses them as a way to scam drug money out of nice people.
But instead of just apologizing for being a low life, scum sucking ratchet, Fertilization Felicia berated the generous woman for calling her out publicly instead of messaging privately.
“Maybe I need the money bad (I do, because Diego the friendly neighborhood drug dealer doesn’t take a post dated check). Therefore it’s OK that I preyed off of your charitable instincts and lied to you about kids who need diapers. Sure, I could’ve gone applied for welfare or (gasp) gotten a job, but that would be way too honorable. Plus, you’re not the only person I defrauded with my diaper scam. I did the same thing to my parents and they were cool with it.”
She’s saying this to a woman who also gave her a little extra cash on top, just because the thought of children going without moved her to be a decent human being.
Fertilization Felicia has no problem doing this to a human being who is trying to help her, but she’s not a bad person or anything, she just has the “disease.”
She was also willing to sell it for $20, because apparently Diego was having a sale this week.
Oh, and the “we’re staying at a hotel with our seven crotch fruits” thing was a lie too. At least according to her most recent GoFundMe.
People have to stop being so nice. I hate to say it, but nice people don’t survive in the zombie apocalypse. That’s not to say you have to be a mean person, you just have to be unwilling to allow people like this to prey on nice people. And that means calling them out each and every time you see them do it. It also means relentlessly mocking IDIOTS like this who insist on chiming in on shit that’s got nothing to do with them.
Shut. The. Fuck. Up.
You morons are the reason that scammers like this exist. They count on you being there to make excuses for them. Fuck that. People like Fertilization Felicia are evil. The only thing they understand is resentment and scorn. Make it clear that they are not welcome here if they’re going to be ripping people off like this and they’ll figure out real quick that they need to get their shit together. Either way, Angela Huntley and Nick Costi have no business having any crotch fruits under their care, and I sincerely hope DCF is seeing this and makes sure that those kids don’t have to go through life calling these two losers mom and dad.
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