All hell broke loose in Weymouth yesterday after a pupu platter went horribly wrong.
Sometimes when the Chinese place gives you the wrong number of pupu platters your only recourse is to go to the Weymouth Is Everything Facebook group and air your grievances there. Unfortunately for Amy when she first posted she spelled pupu a little differently.
Poo poo players. When my husband uses that term he’s usually talking about the New York Jets.
Here’s what probably happened here. The pupu platter is for 2.
She likely ordered it, thinking she’d ordered 2 pupu platters, when in fact they interpreted it as a pupu platter for 2. You gotta be specific when you order poo poo players. Happens all the time.
But Amy Gonzales is not someone to be trifled with. Not with that “I’d like to speak with the manager” haricut.
Who wore it better?
The post did not go over as she intended it to because most people couldn’t stop laughing at all the poo poo references. No matter how old you get “poo poo” will always be funny. Always.
So with that she started giving Internet middle fingers to all the haters.
Next thing you know she was challenging the entire City of Weymouth to a fight at her apartment, which of course is appropriately situated on Gaslight Drive.
I feel gaslighted just reading her comments. If you show up you might shit your pants. At least that way she’ll finally get that missing poo poo she was looking for.
Someone else jokingly posted that she was in the Gaslight area so she’d take the poo poo fueled beating for the team. Unfortunately the Weymouth wiener cleaner misinterpreted this as an official challenge and began driving around looking for this individual walking her dog.
It even got to the point where she was replying to very confused people who were not challenging her to fights, but were merely offering her advice on proper poo poo protocol.
Perfectly normal way to spend your Monday afternoon. Sure, with all that driving around she could’ve just drove to the Chinese place and figured out what happened to the missing poo poo. Or she could post on the townie Facebook group and fight any bitch who thinks poo poo is funny. I for one am glad she went with option B.
It looks as if the post has been taken down, possibly due to temporary sobriety, or maybe even a moderator who felt bad for her. In the meantime, if anyone in town needs a babysitter…..
You know who to call.
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