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I’d like y’all to meet a ratchet of epic proportions whose name is a Turtleboy Sports writer’s wet dream:
“Shits bomb cuts right through my Methadone.”
That’s Elizabeth McCusker who is evidently looking to sell dat fire in powder form that she apparently uses herself. Rule number one of drug dealing, don’t use your own product. The weirdest thing was how persistent she was trying to unload her product, but whatever. A business woman she is not. Of course she’s playing the “My Facebook was hacked” card which I totally believe because when you get your shit hacked, the first thing you do is delete your Facebook profile. Obviously…
Ladies, stop taking pictures of yourself that primarily focus on your ass and/or baby belly flappiness accentuated by tight fitting clothes. If you have more than zero of that kind of selfie, you’re automatically in the Ho Fo Sho Club. Stop it. Wear the right size of clothing and just put up a stupid face picture with a SnapChat filter like the normal ratchets.
I’m just so fucking happy she opened up her clap trap and shot out some state benefit babies, four to be exact. No word on whether or not she as custody of them, but if your intro is all about your kids and you constantly post pics of them, there’s a good chance you’re a DCF mom or at least in training to become one. This chick send out the most mixed messages I have ever seen:
Oh look, she’s been sober for 14 hours! Congrats. I love the laugh reaction on there, too.
OK, girl…pick a side with your internet persona. We all know what you’re about, hittin’ bitches up looking for the Devil’s drug and doing the exact opposite of what a responsible mother of four should do. Don’t start acting like Rhode Island’s Momma. It’s bad enough that four actual human have to call you that, don’t get the entire state involved unless they’re taking those kids away. I was positively shocked to see her dropping N bombs, as well…she seemed so refined with her opposition to “Pregnant dikes”.
You tell them “madd dudes”, girl!
Listen…If there’s anything I’ve learned while working here, it’s been to avoid Woonsocket, RI at all costs. Evidently, shit like this is the reason. I can’t wrap my head around this chick hopping on Facebook to try and get her next fix while there’s four (4) babies around her ankles. Four lives depend on this woman for a variety of things, most importantly stability and safety. Those two things don’t ever go hand in hand with dope. Ever.
Despite possibly having a man this week, Prettyc here should probably check out this page when her man finds a better way to score drugs:
Sounds good…Benson seems like a nice match for ya!
I think Woonsocket offically needs a giant douching. Right the fuck now.
Esther Manch on the book.