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Meanwhile the Worcester Renaissance continues in Kelley Square…..
Don’t worry everyone, the Woo Sox will fix this.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again – you can put expensive hipster condos and use taxpayer money to pay for a minor league baseball stadium. But at the end of the day the high noon pajama mafia isn’t going anywhere. And they WILL settle their beefs in broad daylight in the middle of the busiest intersection in Worcester. And you will like it.
The best part about that video is the car that takes the parking spot directly in front of the incident and doesn’t seem the least bit worried or fazed about what’s happening directly in front of the car. The Vernon Hill shotput Shamu was doing WORK on the rival junkbox lying on the ground, who likely committed the unforgivable crime of “talking mad shit about my kids.”
Notice the young lads standing just feet from them who don’t seem the least bit distracted or surprised that they were watching this wild ghetto boar viciously attack another woman.
Notice the Infiniti. No way in hell he was passing up on that spot.
Those spots come at a premium.
And it wouldn’t be a Worcester beatdown if there wasn’t an abdomen kick for the road.
Meanwhile the friendly neighborhood crackhead walks by and realizes his 2:00 blumpkin is gonna have to pushed off till later.
Finally a parting word from the the shotput Shamu:
“Fuck with me again. Talk about my kids again.”
Listen Shotput Shamu, if you think she’s talking shit about your kids, wait until you hear what their social workers are saying about you. The kids will tell you all about it in the DCF visitor’s room.
Oh, and guess where she went to school…..
Another Salter School graduate leading a productive life in Worcester!!