Follow @TurtleboyNews on Twitter by clicking here.
Follow Turtleboy on Instagram by clicking here.
Want to advertise with Turtleboy? Email us at [email protected] for more information.
If you like free speech and want to support what we’re doing, feel free to donate to the Turtle fund:
Krystina Maria Parisé was in a horrible car accident 2.5 years ago that left the Haverhill mother of two paralyzed and in a wheelchair. She has caretakers help her out, including someone she already knew. But the problem is that one of the caretakers is from Lawrence. Not good. And apparently this CNA didn’t work out too well, the two went their separate ways, and the CNA left this ratchtacular goodbye video that you simply must see to believe:
So Lawrence it hurts. Let’s break down that long winded diatribe with her children in the backseat listening to the whole thing, which of course she recorded while driving…
Classy. Always. You’ll never be able to have what I have. So I’ll always be that classy bitch.
Oh yea, nothing says classy quite like a Lawrence Gluttonchunk swearing at a disabled woman in front of her children.
I’ll let you know cuz I’m not scared of you.
You’re not scared of a woman in a wheelchair. How gangsta of you.
Wheelchair or not, I’ll smack the shit out of you. And it’s not a mother fucking threat, it’s a mother fucking promise.
Oh I see. This is what she meant by classy. Threatening to smack the shit out of a quadripalegic woman.
Don’t fuck with me or you will get what you get.
Just a reminder, her small children are witnessing this. Just another typical commute home for the Lawrence Gluttonchunk.
Don’t make me call the agency. Don’t make me get ugly.
Girl, no one has to make you get ugly. That shit is natural.
But congrats on finding a guy who’s willing to toss the ol yogurt slinger where the sun don’t shine.
You fat fucking whale!!
It’s not every day you get called fat by someone who can’t tell where their second chin ends and their third chin begins.
Don’t fuck with me. And lazy? Never that baby girl.
Yea, she ain’t lazy. You can tell by what great shape she’s in! Round is a shape. Just sayin.
I’m a mother of three and all I do is work for mine. Unlike you I do what I gotta do for mine. I don’t sit there and cry over a man who don’t want me. And now I know why he don’t.
Yea, she don’t cry. But she does pre-emptively message Turtleboy when she knows she’s about to become Turtleboy famous. This actually happened. The gravy dumpster’s name is Nashylyssette Ortega. I shit you not, her name is Nashylyssette. As in, a combination of ashy and nasty. Which is a great way to find out that your parents don’t love you.
First we received this from her last night and had absolutely no clue what she was talking about:
Turns out it was a pre-emptive Turtleboy famous message. She wanted to get in our ear and plug the other chick as the ratchet. We didn’t even bother reading all the screenshots she sent.
She’s right, people had flashed the Turtle signal….
But we didn’t see the video until today.
Either way, there’s no getting out of this one Nashy. That shit was ratchet as hell. You literally threatened to assault a woman in a wheelchair while shouting vulgarities on SnapFace with your kids in the car listening to every word. There is no your side of story. Never in a million years could you possibly attempt to find a way to rationalize that display of hoodboogery.
But because we are fair and balanced we decided to see what the screenshots said, because maybe they COULD shed some light on the situation……
So she needs the job to buy a car? But…..she filmed herself in a car. Oh yea, I’m sure that’s legally insured.
Thus far we’ve learned absolutely nothing, except the two of them had a dispute about compensation, which quite frankly we have no interest in because it’s a private matter. What we do have an interest in is ratchet behavior. Like filming yourself threatening to kick the shit out of a quadriplegic in front of your children.
Then she defended herself from the accusations that she ate her food, which once again, I really could care less about…
Then she bragged about how she did her job, and apparently wants a cookie for it…
“I sat there and washed our chair by hand because it needed to be washed. I don’t clean it every day but I do it when it needs to be done.”
Translation – I did what I am being paid to do. Sometimes.
And then they argued some more about who ate whose food….
Yea, I don’t think eating her food is nearly as objectionable as sleeping on the job, which she doesn’t seem to deny.
Nashy isn’t happy about the post either….
Yea, no one cares Nashy. All I know is, the details that led up to your fallout with Krystina are irrelevant. People fight, people quit jobs, and people have disagreements. But what normal people don’t do is film themselves threatening to slap the shit out of a chick in a wheelchair in front of her kids while driving someone else’s car. It might be customary in Lawrence, but out here in civilization, that shit is ratchet as fuck girl.