With all the tension from the election people needed some fuckery to rally around and bring us all together, and they got just that in the least likely place ever – The Brockton Hub. It began with a simply plea from this woman:
She goes by Kitty Johnson, and as you can see she was runner up for Miss Brockton Fair five years straight.
Kitty wasn’t happy that her husband had gone astray, so naturally she did the only thing a reasonable person in he position could do – asked strangers on the Brockton Hub to tell Jorts Floyd to come home and get a piece of that sweet Brockton pie.
Flat brimmed Chicago Bulls hat. Yup, sorry to break the bad news to you Kitty, but this guy is knee deep in junkie Brockton pussy right now and he’s paying them in food stamps.
However, in a surprise turn of events no one saw coming she then alleged that Jorts Floyd was actually going to poundtown with a man named Greg Glass, who she alleged was a “dirty ass bitch thinking he is more than a woman than the real woman in Brockton,” and who allegedly performs sexual acts upon other men in exchange for crack.
However, none of this has been confirmed and Greg Glass appears to be dapper church folk.
Kitty eventually deleted her page so we never found out if he came home, but her boo’s alleged baby momma named “Shy-town” did show up in the comments to clear up any confusion.
So it turns out they’re only “Kate Peter married,” not real married. In reality Kitty was just side pussy that broke up this fairy tale Brockton couple.
After getting called out for being a melanin magnet home wrecker Kitty Cornrows disappeared off the face of the earth and a search party has been put together to find her.
If you’ve seen her please have her reach out to us so we can get her on the live show this weekend.
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24 Comment(s)
Why can’t I be turtleboy famous. I’m 50 I live in a barn in brockton. I smoke crack everyday and I’m gay for pay. I made headlines when my pet pig kept running away while I was trying to molest it. I lie and steal and I ‘m not allowed around my own kid. I’m a criminal but because I ‘m a paid informant I stay on the streets. I love to claim gang ties long after I ‘ve kicked out to impress people. Like I said I ‘m the greatest piece of garbage in brockton and I won’t be ignored. People need to accept I ‘m a superstar.
I didn’t realize how much I’ve missed these types of blogs. I miss reading about these fairytale love stories. This one has it all. Thank God for the Brockton Hub!
I AM ISSUING A CATEGORY 5 SILVERBACK ALERT FOR THE ENTIRE COUNTRY THIS WEEKEND.BE AWARE OF YOUR SURROUNDINGS AT ALL TIME AND
REMEMBER SITUATIONS CAN ESCALATE QUICKLY.
Slap a unibrow and red wax lips with dolphin teeth on that ho and she could stunt double in the movie Dodgeball.
Top 3 places trash likes to take selfies:
(in no particular order)
Dirty, linoleum floored kitchen/bathroom
Gas station
Motel 6
“Jorts Floyd” is the best name i’ve seen on this blog since “Obama phones Jones” a few years back.
Mr. Glass and Hunter Biden: a match made in heaven. Crack, meth/glass, boom pow, male/female hookers and trafficked children- it all goes down on Centre St!
God, it’s been such a long time since I’ve see one here on Turtleboy!
Starting to feel like old times again, sheeeeeeeeeeeeiiiit.
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Don’t know where your n*ggah at?
But his baby mama do
Sorry sis
The side bitch is you
Sweet Mary, bravo. Take a bow.
Thanks gorgeous 😉
Stop burning coal for clout, sluts! It’s never worth it.
I’m heading to 223 Centre st, and I’m bringing my crack with me Mr, Glass!
Oooooohhhhhh!!!!!!
Ho-ly Shit! What the fuck is that thing, Jay? I’s Moby Dick!
I definitely needed a feel-good Brockton love story today. Thanks for being there for me, TB.
He probably thought “kitty” was a màn living as a woman like other di
I gots me a little too much sun today.
Fucking gold.
Nasty fat ho, who cares where she be at dawg
Ill ask my boyfriend george glass, gregs brother to talk to him and send him home.
Seriously, Jan…wtf is wrong with you?
I just peed s little.
Brockton: Another 3rd world shithole right here in Massachusetts.
I’ve been waiting for this all day!
Can you blame this dude for taking off? Look at her face…I bet money she smells like feet & flounder.