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Earlier this week, SSTG blogged about this Emoji Ebonics fluent crypt-keeper from Freetown who took to the Facebook machine to air her displeasure with a couple of narcotics officers bothering her in the Walgreens parking lot because, well…..
‘Nuff said. Apparently she didn’t take too kindly to the blog, despite seemingly admitting to living in a drug house, which is definitely worse than anything written about her thus far.
Ok then. Presumably after Diego’s blue magic wore off and she was able to work the Google machine again, she expressed just as eloquently her extreme displeasure at the blog written about her and her crazy crackhead hi-jinx.
Per usual, the heat fell right onto our fearless leader, who didn’t even write the blog in question. Thanks for your concern, Betty, but I can assure you the boss’s kids are just fine, considering their parents were magically able to maintain custody by not replacing all the blood in their bodies with sweet sticky black tar until they could pass for a Walking Dead extra on set.
Funny how that works. I think we’re in trouble, though, guys, because this lawsuit is going to be a doozy. I shudder to think of the formidable legal team this slag hag is going to be able to assemble, given her ultra productive life doing things like stumbling around the streets looking like Skela-whore, taking random midday shopping trips to the drug store in nearest walking distance, and videotaping police officers from the safety of her section 8 crack den while threatening to kill them, again.
I don’t know that I’ve ever witnessed someone so surprised that the cops drive Fords. I guess that’s what happens when you’re always too obliterated to notice the make and model of what you’re getting shoved in the back of in cuffs. Go figure.
When she’s not playing junked out Unabomber from the window of a third floor slum apartment, she’s begging for sex, and subsequently plotting her next act of infidelity,
So that’s time well spent.
She is really a force to be reckoned with. Betty, if you’re reading this, why don’t you come on Turtleboy Live this weekend? We can discuss your upcoming slam dunk litigation, and hell, if you want to, you can even discuss Uncle Turtleboy’s kids. Lord knows you probably know more about them than you do your own by now.