Turns Out Worcester Moby Trick Is The Providence Fupapotamus Weed Salesman We Blogged About In June, And Fun People Are Butthurt About “Fat Shaming”
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Earlier today we published this blog about some hambeast walking down Main Street in broad daylight while wearing shorts that Turtleboy Jr’s grown out of, while some random guy in calico shorts wound up and smacked each cheek.
We realized shortly afterwards that we actually have blogged about this chick before. Back in June this Moby Trick was walking around in a very similar outfit in Providence:
We actually had given this creature a name too – fupapotamus. And it turns out she’s actually a door to door weed salesman:
Now it appears she has migrated north for the summer. Apparently business wasn’t going well in Providence so Worcester was the next natural stop. She heard Joe Petty had turned this city to shit so she waddled her ass up 146 and now she’s rolling in food stamps.
Anyway, we blogged about it because it was funny. Ya know, because you don’t see shit like that every day. It’s rather unusual. Not just the fact that she’s walking around in public with her ass hanging out like that, but that the guy she was with smacked it not once, but twice, and it was recorded. In broad daylight. On Main Street.
Many did not think it was funny though, and let us know about it in the comments:
Fat shaming? Nah, this wasn’t fat shaming. This was outfit shaming. When you walk around in your underpants on Main Street, you should be ashamed. But the thing about this chick is, she has no shame. That’s what makes it so amusing.
Yes, that’s exactly what we’re saying. That shit was hilarious. We don’t contemplate the virtuousness of a blog before hitting the publish button. We get a message about something like this and we just blog it. Some of our blogs are really deep and expose scumbags. Others are amusing, quick hitters about chicks with meatloafs falling out of their panties. We like to mix it up like that.
Rachel is one to talk though. Because as a commenter pointed out, she has a thing with fat shaming on her own Facebook page:
Others blamed the camerawoman:
A creep? Ummmm…it was broad daylight hun. The creepy person isn’t the one filming, it’s the one grabbing that full moon on Main Street. Anyone who saw something like this and didn’t film it would be doing a disservice to society.
Oh Nicole with an accent, you are so virtuous!! Here we are laughing at a comical, real life situation, and luckily you came in just at the right moment to let us know how hateful we are. Good for you. You really made a difference today!! And you’re right, there are a lot of men who are into big black women. Like the guy grabbing her ass on Main Street. He clearly loves it.
Then there was this:
Wrong. If there was a skinny girl getting her ass grabbed on Main Street we would absolutely blog about it. I’m not gonna lie, it wouldn’t be nearly as comical. But definitely still blogworthy.
Oh Jennifer, your husband is just saying that because the Red Sox are on and he didn’t wanna get into an argument during a pennant race.
It’s not news Melanie. It’s just funny. Remember funny? That’s a big reason people come to the blog. Because they work hard all day to feed their families, and they kind of just like to unwind and enjoy life. Unlike you who would rather spend her time policing humor. You sound like tons of fun though.
The bottom line is, it’s not even remotely appropriate to walk around in public like this. It’s ratchet as hell, and it’s also funny. Plus she’s more than likely a prostitute, which is why she’s wearing clothes like this while having her cheeks squeezed by a guy in calico shorts. If you think for one second we’re not gonna blog about someone because they’re above an arbitrary weight threshold, then Turtleboy probably isn’t the blog for you. If you wanna break up with us over it, that’s fine. We can pay for your Uber to the Huffington Post, where they don’t find stuff like this funny either. But I think we all know you’re not really going anywhere. Because no one in the history of Turtleboy has ever stopped reading our blogs no matter how much they hate us.
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