Last week we posted about a bunch of flat-brimmed wangstas preaching about not snitching. As per the norm we had an influx of messages, written like someone hurled a bunch of those magnetic fridge letters and went with what stuck, telling us to take their pictures down because it’s illegal to use them. One of the best messages was a friend who came out to snitch on the “anti-snitching” knuckle dragger named Mark J Leblanc. We featured him, and a couple of his dope comments, here:
I guess we just pick the right commenters to use. Saying something stupid on the Internet has recently become the homing beacon for picking the criminal scum from the herd. It’s like shooting fish in a barrel.
Turns out this garbage heap has one of the most fantastical criminal backgrounds ever and spends his free time robbing little old ladies for heroin money:
You’re right. However, most of us can chew food too.
Sweet baby slugrake! A buck twenty in the obligatory money shot!
Commenting on the fine cuisine that the good taxpayers have the pleasure of feeding him when he breaks laws:
Laughing about how he’s on a Most Wanted list because he’s untouchable on Facebook only to be in jail a couple month later:
And let’s not forget his tweaker-looking girlfriend spending all her time writing him love notes instead of raising her three kids:
Mark, who was none to pleased with us for using his pictures, took a break from his rigorous oral hygiene regiment, to politely ask us to remove his photos. I didn’t recognize his name at first, as I didn’t write the blog he was featured in, but felt like having some fun:
In all fairness I really was pooping.
Oh, and when Mark was sick of our fictional desk girl licking her lips at the thought of his delicious dry sockets on her ladybits, his cumdumpster Tanya Cote decided to defend her man against the poor Turtle Receptionist.
Wait…. Is that my second murder threat this week? Jesus. The boss should fire me for causing all this havoc.
This is appetizing. I wonder if she enjoys walking around smelling like a gingivitis scratch and sniff. God, that makes me want to puke just thinking about someone rubbing their gums on my neck. Blegh.
Ah yes, another baby-cranking hogbeast teaching her kids that finding a big schmenzer, and not snitching, is the key to happiness. Maybe her spawn will have a pleasant future of being a bartender at Sweaty Betty’s and picking up stray junkies to be play daddy just like momma Tanya did.
On the bright side: At least we Turtles know that there will be plenty of job security in our futures.
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