This is Stephanie Hebert and her abled bodied boyfriend Chris Berthiaume from Leicester.
She attempted to shame a church on a Shrewsbury church in a Facebook group the other day for not giving her free shit.
In other words, the church will give her free shit, she just has to call the right phone number. Meanwhile, she’s been homeless for a year with Bicuspid Billy, and instead of getting a job and getting her shit together she blames the church for not being “true to religion.” Keep in mind, she doesn’t live in Shrewsbury. Her kids just got snatched by the DCF fairy and they go to school there. Therefore a random church in Shrewsbury which she does not attend is obligated to give her money.
But God forbid they get rid of one of their cell phones. That would require actual sacrifice.
However, because it’s Shrewsbury plenty of people tried to help her out by giving her advice. She had an excuse for everything.
You can’t work the desk at a motel? You’re “disabled?” Because last I checked if you can’t work due to a disability there are five billion safety net programs you can apply for to get free shit from instead of a random church in Shrewsbury which you have no affiliation with.
Why can’t her unemployed boyfriend work at the motel then?
“He is a laborer, machine shop, warehouse.”
No. He’s an unemployed loser. Laborers have jobs. And teeth.
But if you need a bud light opened that’s your man right there.
“He could never work at a desk or clean motel rooms.”
Oh I forgot, working at a desk is beneath the homeless man living in a career with his slopqueef “disabled” girlfriend.
Others suggested hitting up St. John’s in Worcester, since they’re infamous for feeding any degenerate who walks through the door.
But she had more excuses for why those places weren’t good enough for her either.
What about food stamps?
She can’t get as much food stamps as she’d like because DCF done snatched her kid. She literally views her poon polyp as a ticket to more food stamps. Don’t get it twisted though, she still collects from Uncle Sam. She’d just like to collect more, and her loser boyfriend got fired from his job too late on a Friday to hit up the food stamp fairy Godmother.
This interaction was my personal favorite:
Person trying to help: “My church will help you.”
Freeloading gutterslug: “Don’t tell me to get a job, I’m disabled and my idiot boyfriend got fired from another job. Just give me cash now.”
She claims that she is begging for money from strangers on Facebook because the only alternative is going to the Queen Street shelter (which is beneath her). And if she does that she’ll go crazy (due to her alleged mental health issues) and go to jail.
Again, just give her your money.
She’s also got complaints about all the free healthcare she gets, because shockingly that’s not good enough either.
Funny that she says she’s disabled but is fully able to commit criminal harassment along with four counts of violation of an abuse prevention order.
What she really wanted, besides money, was for people in the community to turn on the church, which many did.
And if you go to her page you can see that her long term plan to make money involves selling stuff on Facebook that’s in high demand. Like a rotted out 20 year old sink.
A $220 antique lawnmower, in case the $200 functional lawnmower at Walmart wasn’t good enough for you.
An $80 horse riding helmet, which for some reason is in her possession.
A BMW for $3K, because of course she has a spare BMW for sale.
Or if you’re really looking for value, how bout giving her $400 for this gorgeous bathtub?
I know when I take a bath I don’t like to finish until I’ve contracted hepatitis.
Meanwhile her unemployed boyfriend Charlie Chomper is selling a smart TV, which they’re keeping in storage and paying storage fees for instead of looking for a place to live .
Even his Mom can’t stand her.
But wait, there’s more. Turns out she was previously blogged about by former blogger Rhode Island Turtle Sista in March of 2017. And guess what she was doing then?
The same exact thing of course!! Two years later and she’s still “trying to get back on my feet.”
Her completely literate boyfriend had a lot to say back then too.
The only difference between then and now is that they somehow had custody of her crotch fruit back then, and she wasn’t claiming to have disability. Some ratchets just can’t change their stripes.
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