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Turns Out Florian Roshi Stuck His Foot In A Deep Frier At Red Robin, Sued The State When They Denied Him SSDI 4 Times And Lives In Mom’s Basement

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Yesterday we blogged about this stain on society known as Florian Roshi, who was driving around all fucked up on the highway in Weymouth with his unrestrained 3 year old in the backseat, got in a single car accident, and the kid was ejected from the vehicle. Miraculously the child survived with no major injuries. Hardo.

Unfortunately so did did the waste of space and his haram of honey roasted hoodboogers (including the baby momma) who rushed to defend his honor on Facebook.

Well it gets worse.  In a surprise to basically no one, Florian Roshi is a career scumbag loser who has been spreading his seed like wildfire while sucking off of Uncle Sam’s juicy lactating gerber servers. Ya see, in 2009 while working at Red Robin he somehow fell into a deep frier (I hate when that happens) and burned himself pretty good. Obviously I don’t have any proof that he did this on purpose, but normal people who aren’t trying to scam the system don’t fall into deep friers on their own. Just sayin.

Well, he got denied SSDI several times, and finally he sued the Commissioner of Social Security. You can read about the whole case hereLet’s check out some of the highlights…..

Roshi was born on May 22, 1983, and was 27 years old at the time he applied for SSDI. He left high school before completing the eleventh grade, and has never earned any type of degree. (Tr. 36). Although he is single, Roshi has two young children whom he cares for on the weekends. (See Tr. 52, 152). He was living with his mother at the time of the hearing before the ALJ. (Tr. 35-36).

So he’s not even a custodial parent and he lives in is mother’s basement. Shockingly he dropped out in 11th grade because the prospect of passing the MCAS on his sixth and final try was just more stress than he could bare. After all, some of those multiple choice questions are tricky. 

And can we just talk about how creepy this sucubus is?

You gotta have pretty high standards to let him give you the ol’ sickle and hammer. This is definitely the kind of person I’d want to father my children. 

During the time period between March 2001 and June 2009, Roshi held jobs as a satellite dish installer, office cubicle installer and short order cook. (Tr. 37-38, 54-55, 188). However, on June 30, 2009, while Roshi was working as a cook at a Red Robin Restaurant, he suffered third degree burns on both feet and ankles after slipping and falling feet first into a fry- o-later. (Tr. 458, 869). After receiving some treatment at a local hospital, Roshi was transferred to Massachusetts General Hospital, where he remained hospitalized for 10 days and underwent a series of skin grafts. (Id.). He claims that the intense pain and psychological injuries that he has experienced as a result of his accident have rendered him disabled and incapable of returning to work. (See Tr. 217-18).

I don’t know if there’s ever been a more obvious disability scam than this one. How do you get your FOOT in the Goddamn fry-o-later? Look how high up it is:

Was he dancing on it? I can understand your hand getting in there if you’re a complete moron. But a foot? If you’re gonna scam the government at least bring your A-game. 

On July 7, 2010, Roshi filed an application for SSDI, claiming that he had been unable to work since June 30, 2009 due to his disabling condition. (Tr. 151). His application was denied initially in September 2010, and upon reconsideration in March 2011. (Tr. 71-72). The plaintiff then requested and was granted a hearing before an ALJ, which took place on December 21, 2012 in Boston, Massachusetts. (Tr. 29, 84-85, 117-23). Roshi, who was represented by an attorney, appeared and testified at the hearing. (Tr. 35-53). The ALJ also elicited testimony from a vocational expert (“VE”), who described the plaintiff’s vocational background based on his past work experience and responded to hypothetical questions, which were aimed at determining whether jobs exists in the national and regional economies for an individual with the same age, educational background, work experience and residual functional capacity (“RFC”) as the plaintiff. (Tr. 53-69). On January 7, 2013, the ALJ issued a decision denying Roshi’s claim for benefits. (Tr. 7-23).

So let me get this straight. This guy who looks like he uses LA Looks hair gel on his pubes applies and gets denied for SSDI benefits not once, not twice, but three times. I’m assuming that over the course of this 3 year period he’s not working because it would make his claim that he can’t work look silly. Yet he can still somehow afford an attorney to pay him money to fight for his right to suck off the taxpayers for the rest of his miserable existence. Makes sense. 

But maybe the fourth time would be the charm:

On March 8, 2013, Roshi filed a request for review of the ALJ’s decision by the Social Security Appeals Council. (Tr. 5-6). However, on January 13, 2014, the Appeals Council denied the plaintiff’s request, thereby making the ALJ’s decision the final decision of the Commissioner for purposes of review. (Tr. 1-3). Accordingly, Roshi has exhausted all of his administrative remedies, and the matter is ripe for review pursuant to 42 U.S.C. § 405(g).

So now he’s 0 for 4, and instead of just getting a job he decides to keep shooting like he’s Marcus Smart (I have no idea who that is but Uncle Turtleboy told me to use the reference). 

The ALJ concluded that from June 30, 2009 through the date of his decision on January 7, 2013, Roshi “ha[d] not been under a disability, as defined in the Social Security Act,” which defines “disability” as the “inability to engage in any substantial gainful activity by reason of any medically determinable physical or mental impairment which can be expected to result in death or which has lasted or can be expected to last for a continuous period of not less than 12 months[.]” (Dec. Finding #11; Tr. 22). See also 42 U.S.C. § 423(d)(1)(A). There is no dispute that the ALJ, in reaching his decision that Roshi was not disabled, performed the five-step sequential evaluation required by 20 C.F.R. § 404.1520. The procedure resulted in the following analysis, which is detailed further in the ALJ’s “Findings of Fact and Conclusions of Law.”

Translation – a judge ruled that he could work and he’s not disabled. 

The first inquiry in the five-step evaluation process is whether the claimant is “engaged in substantial gainful work activity. In this case, the ALJ found that Roshi had not engaged in such activity since June 30, 2009, the alleged onset date of his disability. The second inquiry is whether the claimant has a “severe impairment,” meaning an “impairment or combination of impairments which significantly limits [the claimant’s] physical or mental ability to do basic work activities. 

Here, the ALJ determined that Roshi suffered from a number of severe impairments, which included “reflex sympathetic dystrophy of the bilateral ankles and feet, status post third degree burns, status post grafting and excision,” as well as post-traumatic stress disorder (“PTSD”) and a major depressive disorder. While he acknowledged that Roshi also had a history of opiate addiction, the ALJ found that the plaintiff’s substance abuse disorder had been in remission throughout the relevant time period, and was not severe within the meaning of the regulations.

Translation – he was injured but there was still work out there for him, and the fact that he’s a “recovering” junkbox doesn’t qualify him for social security. 

After careful consideration of the entire record, I find that the claimant has the residual functional capacity to perform light work as defined in 20 CFR 404.1567(b)2 except that he could only stand or walk for about two hours in an eight-hour workday. In addition, the claimant could only occasionally push or pull with his bilateral lower extremities. The claimant would be able to understand and remember simple instructions, focus and concentrate at a consistent pace for a normal workday schedule, and manage routine social interactions in a low public interaction role with a supportive supervisor. The claimant could work in a low-stress, predictable setting.

So basically he can’t work on the chain gang, but he can be a Walmart greeter. 

Roshi challenges this finding, and contends that it was not based on substantial evidence.

Of course he did. 

Both a doctor and a psychologist contracted with the state determined that he was able to work, but shitstain McGee disagreed:

However, the ALJ gave “great weight” to the opinion of a State agency physician, Phyllis Sandell, M.D., who determined that Roshi retained the physical capacity to perform light work with the exception of some restrictions on his ability to climb and to push and pull with his lower extremities. (See Dec. 11; Tr. 20). He also gave “great weight” to the opinion of a State agency psychologist, Judith Kellmer, Ph.D., and adopted her assessment of Roshi’s mental RFC. (See Dec. 12; Tr. 21). The plaintiff challenges the ALJ’s findings on these matters, and ascribes error to the manner in which the ALJ evaluated and weighed the available opinion evidence. 

If he put half the effort into being a father that he did trying to leech off the government his poor kid might not have gotten ejected from a moving car on the highway.   

Next the state had to prove that there were jobs out there he could do:

The fifth inquiry is whether, given the claimant’s RFC, education, work experience and age, the claimant is capable of performing other work. If so, the claimant is not disabled. Id. At step five, the Commissioner has the burden “of coming forward with evidence of specific jobs in the national economy that the applicant can still perform.” Seavey, 276 F.3d at 5. Here, the ALJ relied on the VE’s testimony to conclude that Roshi was capable of performing work that exists in significant numbers in the national economy.

And that was easy. Turns out a man in is mid 30’s who jumped into a deep fryer six years ago can still work in America. Who knew?

Nevertheless Ro-she persisted:

Roshi contends that it was improper for the ALJ to credit the opinions of the State agency reviewers. (Pl. Mot. at 8-14). To the extent Roshi suggests that those opinions cannot rise to the level of substantial evidence, this court disagrees. Under the Social Security Act, “State agency physicians are qualified as experts in the evaluation of medical issues in disability claims.”

Yup, you read that right. A career deadbeat junkbox was suing because the judge listened to the expertise of a doctor and a psychologist hired by the state. Obviously this wampjuicer knows more than two people with PhDs. 

At the end of the day he lost. But that was in 2015. Apparently he’s a landscaper now, which basically proves that he was fine the whole time. But something tells me this is the kind of winner who will go to the end of the earth to make sure he never has to work again. More than likely he’s still popping pills and injecting blue magic into his veins because then he can claim he has the “disease.” I could give a shit less what he does. If he dies, he dies. But just don’t let him steal from the taxpayers, and never, ever, ever let him come in contact with his children ever again.

38 Comment(s)
  • Anon
    February 9, 2018 at 2:13 pm

    Dude is the biggest piece of trash! He’s a huge drug dealer has been for the 10 years I’ve known of him. His current whatever you want to call that, is the mother of my nephew, who she abandoned the day he was born and hasn’t seen him since. He’s almost 5. Luckily my in-laws have custody of him, my brother in law isn’t much better. Lowest of the low people.

  • Julie
    February 8, 2018 at 1:05 pm

    Do you notice the HUGE tattoo on her arm in the bathing suit picture that says “Florian”? She must be just as crazy as he is.

  • M
    February 7, 2018 at 9:47 pm

    “If you can’t afford to feed ’em, than don’t breed ’em”

    This type of lazy, entitled mentality transcends from one generation to the next. We just need to kill off these pricks and start fresh. Within a generation or two, welfare fraud and monetary scams will cease to exist

  • February 7, 2018 at 12:54 pm

    Can’t we put all these worthless loosers on Alkatraz island and call it Turtle Island. No food stamps or welfare. No one gets out alive. I hate these people!!!!!!!!!!! Worse that trash to me. Put terrorists, Obama & Hillary there too.

  • Sri Gull
    February 7, 2018 at 11:07 am

    KFC, Kill Fucking Chickens is looking for a guy with feet on experience with fryolators…

  • The Vorlon
    February 7, 2018 at 1:37 am

    And to think the reason I have gastric distress after dining at Red Robin was toe jam related, not weird cooking oil derived…

  • Kenny Powers
    February 6, 2018 at 8:27 pm

    Maaaaa, meatloaf, where is my fucking meatloaf.

  • Gypsy Niggers
    February 6, 2018 at 7:06 pm

    Typical Gypsy way of life.
    There’s a reason they’ve been driven from every continent on earth.

  • Alex Delarge
    February 6, 2018 at 5:58 pm

    We need more articles like this one, what a fuck boy!

  • Linda
    February 6, 2018 at 5:53 pm

    “If he dies, he dies” – Ivan Drago. That sentence made me smile! Thank you!

  • Dave
    February 6, 2018 at 5:51 pm

    Congratulations to the state for keeping this leach off the public dole!

  • know All your secrets...shhhh!
    February 6, 2018 at 4:16 pm

    I don’t think this shit bag has ever been clean. He passes his urines with other people’s because nobody watches you when you go at the clinic except the first one. And he passes swabs by not letting them touch his tongue or check, real easy to do when you have no back teeth on either side. 34 year old men that are clean don’t live with mommy. And Cherry Has the gift that keeps on giving. But hey, what are few blister bumps on your puss puss that ooze four five times a year, when you love sticking dirty needles in any vein that hasn’t collapsed yet.

    • Well, No Shit
      February 6, 2018 at 4:23 pm

      I fucking KNEW that nasty troll was a junkbox!

      She has that “look.”

  • Contributer
    February 6, 2018 at 3:19 pm

    I can’t lie. The girlfriend looks like she would be a dirty fuck and I would definately do it for a one nighter.

    • Fk flow
      February 6, 2018 at 3:38 pm

      She is

  • Fk flow
    February 6, 2018 at 3:06 pm

    His boss told him to wipe the ceiling tiles above the Frier, the restaurant was dead and he didn’t want to do what he was asked so he half assed it and didn’t move the Frier over. He was looking for his pay day. And admitted to a lot of people he was high and didn’t feel a thing. He should have been put in jail for letting that girl die

  • Fk flow
    February 6, 2018 at 2:53 pm

    Back about 8 years ago he had a girl he was with for about five years, they got into a fight and she was drinking and had taken prescription pills. She ended up dying in his hallway. He stayed up all night watching her struggle for breath and poured water on her and couldn’t pick up a phone to call for help for her, if I am correct that was the mother of his 8 year old. So yea flow is a big piece of shit. Was on the Wareham methadone clinic when this all went down. I wasn’t sure if it was the same dude but not a lot of people get the foot deep fried. And he was high as fuck when that happened to it’s a small world. Karma don’t forget. You should have called an ambulance for that girl you piece of dirt

  • Florian Roshi
    February 6, 2018 at 2:39 pm

    Yo yo yo what’s up ya’ll?  I wasn’t high on drugs me and my old lady were Sextin when I crashed my whip.  You should of seen the puss pic she sent me, I could smell the Italian sub through my government paid for Obama phone!  The stink was so bad I blacked out and next thing I know Florian junior is rolling down the street but he’s gonna bounce back like a champ ya’ll!  Prayers up, god is good, one day at a time etc etc etc……

    • Well, No Shit
      February 6, 2018 at 2:56 pm

      You sure it wasn’t chorizo that you were smelling? Maybe some other Goya product? Soul food, maybe?

      It seems like that broken ratchet would like men of, shall we say, a darker persuasion.

  • Hughbo Mont
    February 6, 2018 at 2:10 pm

    I’m not gay or anything but in the courthouse pic it looks like Florian and the court officer use the same hair stylist. #HOT

    • Brian Albrecht
      February 6, 2018 at 2:21 pm

      Hey sailor… <3

      "Hughbo Mont" minus the "ughbo Mn" spells "hot". And – you know what? "Brian Albrecht" minus "r brecht" is "Bi anAl". Just some kinky word fun!

      Cuddles, fondles, and reacharounds,

      Brian P.M.I.A.F. Albrecht

      (a.k.a. Brian "Punch Me I'm A Fag" Albrecht, Dick Jones, H.R. Stuffinbutt, etc.)

      • Brian Albrecht
        February 6, 2018 at 2:26 pm

        WOW you pussys really are OBSESSED WITH ME LOL I love it keep thinking about me all day and night.

        • Ball Stompin' Ed
          February 6, 2018 at 5:18 pm

          Why do you keep replying to yourself?

      • Brian Albrecht
        February 6, 2018 at 2:41 pm

        Really, I love it… I love knowing that guys are thinking what a boy toy that I am. There’s nothing I like more than guys kicking my ass. I’m punching the clown thinking about it. Yum yum, I like dick.

  • Hughbo Mont
    February 6, 2018 at 1:48 pm

    The last pic is not the jerkoff. No crow’s beak hair thingy.

  • Uncle Randy
    February 6, 2018 at 1:07 pm

    Standard Weymouth garbage.

    Surpassing Webster with the ratchetry.

  • Hot Foot
    February 6, 2018 at 12:44 pm

    Unable to work lol. He obviously didn’t apply to be a blogger for Turtleboy Sports.
    No feet required.

  • February 6, 2018 at 12:41 pm

    Douchbag, lowlife, lying, worthless piece of shit. The baby momma has no brains either.

  • Stan the man
    February 6, 2018 at 12:22 pm

    He’s got ears that look like a taxi with the doors open.

  • Well, No Shit
    February 6, 2018 at 11:52 am

    Well, no shit. Who would have imagined that this societal shitstain could have been gainfully employed the whole time? Knock me over with a feather, I’m so shocked!

    New idea for a “Reality TV show!

    Drop all of these fucking dregs on an island with one pallet of food and one pallet of cutlery. “Survival of the Fittest” from that point forward. When the last ratchimal is left standing, the host (Jeff Probst, I’m looking at you) comes in and pops a 9mm round in their forehead. We’ll call it “No Survivors.”

    • Anonymous Turtle
      February 6, 2018 at 1:11 pm

      I’d watch.

  • Brian Albrecht
    February 6, 2018 at 11:51 am

    So… THAT’S why his toes taste like french fries!

    It still doesn’t explain why his balls smell like onion rings and taste like sauerkraut though…

  • TJB
    February 6, 2018 at 11:48 am

    Sounds like his brain got fried as well as his feet. I wonder if the ‘disease’ had something to do with deep frying his toes? Ya’ think?

  • Brian Albrecht
    February 6, 2018 at 11:41 am

    Good Afternoon,

    Sorry I was unavailable this morning, had some major business deals to lock down. I know u fucking blowhards missed me. Keep yelling my name when you try to sleep pussys. Just taking up more and more space in all you retards heads. ANYONE HAVE A PROBLEM FEDERAL AVE WEYMOUTH
    #letsgo

    • Stephon
      February 6, 2018 at 12:47 pm

      Major Business Deal
      Translation: had to go on a shoplifting run, then flip the goods before I met my dealer as I was very ‘sick’ this morning. Feel great now though and will be back to issuing idil threats in a little while.
      Brian have you upgraded from Kohls yet? I heard loss prevention is lax over at the Braintree Marshalls.

    • Brian Albrecht
      February 6, 2018 at 1:22 pm

      Hi, it’s just little ol’ Brian again.

      OK, I wasn’t really locking down business deals. I was playing hooky from work and hanging out at the Ramrod, and then I went to a few highway rest areas looking for some action. Nothing was going on so I went back to Gaymouth and put on a miniskirt and skipped around Route 58 trying to pick up truckers. I’m gay AF and I want you to punch me as hard as you can.

      Kisses and huggies,

      Your favorite annoying fag,

      Cute lil’ ol’ Brian

      P.S. Tee hee hee

      #ganggangbangme
      #kickmyass
      #ILOVEJOCKSTRAPS

      • It's Rt 53 at the end of his street, not 58
        February 8, 2018 at 12:01 am

        Just sayin

  • Brian Albrecht
    February 6, 2018 at 11:39 am

    HEY SOUTHSHORESQUIRTERGIRL SUP?

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