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Have you ever been to a McDonald’s play place with your kids? Well you better keep the volume to a minimum if you’re at the one in Webster, or else you risk catching the wrath of a local slamburglar who can’t stomach the sound of children playing:
So Wedbuh it hurts.
Someone asked me how I knew she was from Webster. Ummmm….because Southbridge and Putnam have their own McDonald’s. Duh.
Anyway, looks like someone ordered a Sappy Meal, because this is the most miserable chick I’ve ever seen. I guess this is what happens when you live too long in Webster.
My favorite part was the employees just trying to do their job while the manager attempted to reason with a woman who clearly could not be reasoned with:
That face right there just screams, “I should’ve applied at the McDonald’s in Charlton.”
This is why I could never work in customer service. I simply don’t have it in me not to mock these people directly to their faces.
She also claims to be a nanny. If this is true then Mary Poppin Pills must be the least fun nanny ever. No talking. No games. No laughing. Just shut the hell up and get back in your cage ya stupid kids!!
“I love kids, I just care about kids screaming for no reason.”
Ummmm….you’re at a McDonald’s playplace. That’s what kids do when they get together anywhere, never mind a place that has a ball pit. They scream for absolutely no reason. Then they chase each other around. When Turtleboy Jr. gets together with Turtle Princess and their mates they literally spend hours running around screaming for no apparent reason. Never gets old either. It makes no sense, but it’s the only thing they know how to do and it sure beats having them sit on their iPhones watching, “Yellow color, yellow color, where are you? Here I am, here I am, how do you do?” Because if you think this chick is angry, watch what happens if I hear that song one more fucking time!!
500,000,000 views!!! And that stupid fucking video!!! I’m in the wrong line of work.
Anyway, I’m sure this chick has a backstory and we’re interested in hearing it if you know who she is. So email email@example.com. God willing she’s got a wide open Facebook page and a collection of Google trophies. Next stop? Chuck E. Cheese. Where she’ll be studying for midterms and telling kids to keep the volume to a minimum.