Introducing...
Bitch.
Hot pink labeled Australian wine deliciousness!
The pic is blurry, but the ingredients read: Bitch, bitch bitch bitch.....
At a liquor store near you!
Go bitch it out!
Saturday, June 20, 2009
WTF?
Am I the only one who thinks that this chick is 56% crazy and 89% Wackola?
Get a new wig you crazy nut!!!
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Been Doin It
As my mother (being the quasi New Jersey housewife that she is) would say, I know you love my style but are you obsessed or do you just want to skin me and wear me like last years Versace?
Been rockin your Versace bag since '08 Taraji.
(Don't you just love it when you get a rare opportunity to 1 up a celeb? YES!!!)
*Better pics coming soon...
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Say Yes To the Dress
Well remember i told you about that show on TLC....Say Yes To the Dress?
And remember how i told you i applied for the show when i went on the Kleinfeld website?
Well,
The next day i got an e-mail from one of the show's producers!
Heres what it says...
He[y] [Lola],
I am the Casting Producer for Say Yes and I would love to film with you at your appointment at Kleinfeld. How soon would you wish to come and who do you plan on bringing with you? I know you told me about the engagement and your family. Could you tell me more about it and do you know who would come around and come to Kleinfeld with you?Do they have ill feelings towards your fiance? Tell me more about him. I am looking to fit you in in the next couple of weeks so please let me know how you feel about that and if that is too soon for you then we can push for a later date. I also need a recent photo of you and you fiance, and his full name.
-- Katy Sarge
syttdcasting@gmail.com
Casting Producer
TLC's Say Yes to the Dress
Halfyard Productions
New York, NY
They want to film my appointment at Kleinfeld!!!!
Woohooo!
I don't really know if i'm going to do it...but how cool is that?
Here's a clip about the show for those of you who don't know it...
And remember how i told you i applied for the show when i went on the Kleinfeld website?
Well,
The next day i got an e-mail from one of the show's producers!
Heres what it says...
He[y] [Lola],
I am the Casting Producer for Say Yes and I would love to film with you at your appointment at Kleinfeld. How soon would you wish to come and who do you plan on bringing with you? I know you told me about the engagement and your family. Could you tell me more about it and do you know who would come around and come to Kleinfeld with you?Do they have ill feelings towards your fiance? Tell me more about him. I am looking to fit you in in the next couple of weeks so please let me know how you feel about that and if that is too soon for you then we can push for a later date. I also need a recent photo of you and you fiance, and his full name.
-- Katy Sarge
syttdcasting@gmail.com
Casting Producer
TLC's Say Yes to the Dress
Halfyard Productions
New York, NY
They want to film my appointment at Kleinfeld!!!!
Woohooo!
I don't really know if i'm going to do it...but how cool is that?
Here's a clip about the show for those of you who don't know it...
Kleinfeld
I went on the Kleinfeld website a few days ago to browse wedding dresses. Kleinfeld is the top bridal boutique/mega store in Manhattan. I was pretty unimpressed with their site though...not as many dresses as i would have liked. Nonetheless, i found a few good ones.
I also think i found "the one"...
I wonder if you can tell which one it is...Here they are...
I also think i found "the one"...
I wonder if you can tell which one it is...Here they are...
#1
#2
#3
#6
#7
#8
#9
#10
As you can tell, I like big big dresses. This is my one and only chance to wear one, so i'm going for all the drama voyeurs.
I love it!
#4
#5
#6
#7
#8
#9
#10
As you can tell, I like big big dresses. This is my one and only chance to wear one, so i'm going for all the drama voyeurs.
One of the above was my favorite. I saw it for the first time on this show called "Say Yes to The Dress." It comes on TLC....have you seen it?
The show is filmed in Kleinfeld and it shows brides to be on the hunt for their wedding dresses.
While i was on the website, there was a little blurb about the show, so i read it. It also had a section where you could share your own story. And, I did. We'll see what becomes of that.
Anyway....my "the one" dress is...
#8
I love it!
Its big and Fab-U-Lous!
But hub doesn't love it.
What do you think?
Thursday, May 14, 2009
I'm in love with a stripper!!!!!
MISS POLE DANCE 2009.
I JUST WATCHED THIS VIDEO ON WORLDSTARHIPHOP.COM. IT'S AMAZING.
THIS IS THE MOST AMAZING THING I'VE EVER SEEN.
I AM ONLINE RESEARCHING STRIPPER POLES FOR SALE RIGHT NOW.
WTF? IS THIS ART?
I AM ONE OF THOSE PEOPLE WHO NEVER WASTES PRECIOUS MINUTES ON INTERNET VIDEOS. BUT THIS?!?!?! WELL, SEE FOR YOUR SELF....
I JUST WATCHED THIS VIDEO ON WORLDSTARHIPHOP.COM. IT'S AMAZING.
THIS IS THE MOST AMAZING THING I'VE EVER SEEN.
I AM ONLINE RESEARCHING STRIPPER POLES FOR SALE RIGHT NOW.
WTF? IS THIS ART?
I AM ONE OF THOSE PEOPLE WHO NEVER WASTES PRECIOUS MINUTES ON INTERNET VIDEOS. BUT THIS?!?!?! WELL, SEE FOR YOUR SELF....
Friday, May 1, 2009
Weirdo
I've been meaning to tell you guys about some weird shxt. Whenever i put things out there the universe seems to return wisdom (as do you, voyeurs). So please help me to figure this one out.
I have an ex. I'll call him Merman. Don't ask. We always had a volatile relationship, and always end up hating each other for one reason or another. We were together back in high school, and
reconnected about three years ago for a very short period. Since then i tried to be friends with him...electronically for the most part (damn that facebook), but as i've learned, that shxt never works.
It started off ok. Occasional messages saying hey, whats up, how are you. But for some reason at this point things always get weird. Suddenly i learn that Merman still has feelings. I was already in a new relationship, so i didn't really care about those feelings, since that chapter was closed.
Long story short:
Merman got upset.
My man peeped game and didn't like it.
I tried to maintain a platonic friendship.
Well i reached out to him one day, because i wanted to know about a boat ride party he threw or promoted or whatev, because i was looking for a venue for my baby shower. I never even pursued the issue after i sent the initial message, because i had soon after found another venue.
A little while after all of that went down he left a message on my wall saying "i will always love you," or something weird like that.
And lucky me, my boyfriend was the first to see it. He was surprisingly calm, and asked me to "handle it." You already know that really means "send that fool a message to shut his effin mouth before i do it for him." I humbly obeyed, and sent this:
"The message you left on my wall was very inappropriate. I have a fiance and a son on the way. Please be respectful of that. That is not the kind of comment that you should leave on a platonic friend's wall. I do not want my fiance having any reason to resent or question you. We barely communicate as it is, so I'm sure you understand why it is so bizarre for us to see that message out of the blue. Again, please be respectful of me and my family. They are what matters most to me. The information that i wanted was regarding a venue where you hosted a party. i never contacted you because i no longer wanted the information. Other than that i don't have any reason to contact you outside of facebook. being that this is the only place that i do communicate with you, please limit your comments. I would not disrespect your relationship, don't disrespect mine."
He replied with:
"im sorry, 100% agree with you gabby & congradulations on your engagement & child on the way, im happy for you & i surely dont want to ruin anything positive you got going.thanks for the appropriate way of addressing the issue.once more congradulations"
I thought it was over. We didn't speak AT ALL after that.
Then, months later i get another message from him inviting me to his graduation.
?????
Its not like we had an ongoing friendship at that point. We hadn't communicated at all since the wall post.
I didn't even answer.
Then, last week or something, i hear that he has an old school picture of he and i as his main picture on FB.
?????
How bizarre.
What do you think is going on?
I find it so weird. I have gotten engaged, had a baby, graduated college and much more in the time since we separated. He doesn't acknowledge any of these things (as a friend would), so i can't even write this stuff off as quirky friendship things; we aren't friends. He just does weird shxt.
I love my man, and he knows that. But i hate when this bizarro stuff happens out of the blue, because i know it bothers him. If it were me, i would have already tracked the bxtch down.
Universe? anything? Is this going to continue? What does it mean? WTF?
Exes are the weirdest people on earth. Now that i think about it, all of mine were totally W-E-I-R-D. Let me tell you about them. Perhaps you too have come across these types
Here they are in no particular order.
Earth
I'm referring to this first one as earth. He was a dancer. Yes a male dancer. No he wasn't gay, and still isn't as far as i know. He was totally into earthy zen things. Like incense and weed and dreadlocks (which we unsuccessfully tried to start in his hair....he cut them all off when we broke up though...lol). He wasn't really all that weird of a person, but i still see him as weird because we were totally mismatched. He was like father earth, and i was the total opposite. I went along with the whole hippie thing for a while, but as i came into my own, i realized that it just wasn't for me. I wasn't into smoking weed. I didn't like laying in grass. I just wanted to shop, wear my furs and be a bad bxtch.
We were both young at the time which, i guess, also explains why i got sick of our relationship. He also had a lot of heavy baggage that i was sick of lugging and paying for. Right after him, i got with someone who was the total opposite...
Meat head
Meat head was never really a boyfriend. I guess you could say we dated. He was fine (read as: fooooiiiiine). Tall, dark, muscles. He he was a basketball player. He had money, he was flashy, he wanted me to be kept. But here's the kicker girls. He was dumb as rocks.
Really stupid.
To this day my brother still laughs at him and some of the dumb shxt he would say. For instance, he never said "am I," as in "am i your friend?" Nooooooo. Instead he said "is am," as in "Is am yo frien." And when he got upset he would tell me that i was causing "move swings in his body".
WTF?
For all the shxt talkin i do, i happen to be kinda bright.
I just couldn't do it.
Plus, my parents didn't like him. He would come pick me up really late at night, always with a different car. He wouldn't take of his hat when he stepped into my house. And he was dumb. So they wrote him off immediately. My mother also thought he was too flashy.
He still hits me on AIM sometimes inviting me to come shopping at his boutique in Harlem. Or saying he has some free samples for my lil brother (he also created one of those ghetto fab Southpole-type fashion lines a while back). Yeah right. Money can't buy Lola dummy.
Merman
I already discussed him a little before. But now let me really get into his person.
Merman is one of those uptown fellas. Mix diddy and fifty cent, and you get merman. Very flashy. Very charming. Very persuasive. I got with him in HS because i wanted to make his friend (who i was talking to at the time) jealous. He was like the top dog in my school at the time, so it was a good plan. And it worked....but into the rabbit hole i fell. He is very materialistic, and loved to be the center of attention. I couldn't keep up. He's the guy you find in the VIP next to the famous guy. Fresh to death, loud as hell and a bag of trouble. A real hustler.
He was also A WHOLE LOT of DRAMA!
It is always non stop drama with him. But then again those uptown city slickers do love a good cup of attention grabbing drama.
These were my only serious fellas. I had a few little puppy lovers before them. These, however, are the ones that mattered enough for me to really remember.
Now i have my hub. My mother say i chose and chose until i chose one that is just like my father, and she's right. My hub is the carbon copy of my dad, which means he's an upstanding man...the anchor to my sailboat. We just work. But geeze i had to get through a lot of weird ones to find him.
I have an ex. I'll call him Merman. Don't ask. We always had a volatile relationship, and always end up hating each other for one reason or another. We were together back in high school, and
reconnected about three years ago for a very short period. Since then i tried to be friends with him...electronically for the most part (damn that facebook), but as i've learned, that shxt never works.
It started off ok. Occasional messages saying hey, whats up, how are you. But for some reason at this point things always get weird. Suddenly i learn that Merman still has feelings. I was already in a new relationship, so i didn't really care about those feelings, since that chapter was closed.
Long story short:
Merman got upset.
My man peeped game and didn't like it.
I tried to maintain a platonic friendship.
Well i reached out to him one day, because i wanted to know about a boat ride party he threw or promoted or whatev, because i was looking for a venue for my baby shower. I never even pursued the issue after i sent the initial message, because i had soon after found another venue.
A little while after all of that went down he left a message on my wall saying "i will always love you," or something weird like that.
And lucky me, my boyfriend was the first to see it. He was surprisingly calm, and asked me to "handle it." You already know that really means "send that fool a message to shut his effin mouth before i do it for him." I humbly obeyed, and sent this:
"The message you left on my wall was very inappropriate. I have a fiance and a son on the way. Please be respectful of that. That is not the kind of comment that you should leave on a platonic friend's wall. I do not want my fiance having any reason to resent or question you. We barely communicate as it is, so I'm sure you understand why it is so bizarre for us to see that message out of the blue. Again, please be respectful of me and my family. They are what matters most to me. The information that i wanted was regarding a venue where you hosted a party. i never contacted you because i no longer wanted the information. Other than that i don't have any reason to contact you outside of facebook. being that this is the only place that i do communicate with you, please limit your comments. I would not disrespect your relationship, don't disrespect mine."
He replied with:
"im sorry, 100% agree with you gabby & congradulations on your engagement & child on the way, im happy for you & i surely dont want to ruin anything positive you got going.thanks for the appropriate way of addressing the issue.once more congradulations"
I thought it was over. We didn't speak AT ALL after that.
Then, months later i get another message from him inviting me to his graduation.
?????
Its not like we had an ongoing friendship at that point. We hadn't communicated at all since the wall post.
I didn't even answer.
Then, last week or something, i hear that he has an old school picture of he and i as his main picture on FB.
?????
How bizarre.
What do you think is going on?
I find it so weird. I have gotten engaged, had a baby, graduated college and much more in the time since we separated. He doesn't acknowledge any of these things (as a friend would), so i can't even write this stuff off as quirky friendship things; we aren't friends. He just does weird shxt.
I love my man, and he knows that. But i hate when this bizarro stuff happens out of the blue, because i know it bothers him. If it were me, i would have already tracked the bxtch down.
Universe? anything? Is this going to continue? What does it mean? WTF?
Exes are the weirdest people on earth. Now that i think about it, all of mine were totally W-E-I-R-D. Let me tell you about them. Perhaps you too have come across these types
Here they are in no particular order.
Earth
I'm referring to this first one as earth. He was a dancer. Yes a male dancer. No he wasn't gay, and still isn't as far as i know. He was totally into earthy zen things. Like incense and weed and dreadlocks (which we unsuccessfully tried to start in his hair....he cut them all off when we broke up though...lol). He wasn't really all that weird of a person, but i still see him as weird because we were totally mismatched. He was like father earth, and i was the total opposite. I went along with the whole hippie thing for a while, but as i came into my own, i realized that it just wasn't for me. I wasn't into smoking weed. I didn't like laying in grass. I just wanted to shop, wear my furs and be a bad bxtch.
We were both young at the time which, i guess, also explains why i got sick of our relationship. He also had a lot of heavy baggage that i was sick of lugging and paying for. Right after him, i got with someone who was the total opposite...
Meat head
Meat head was never really a boyfriend. I guess you could say we dated. He was fine (read as: fooooiiiiine). Tall, dark, muscles. He he was a basketball player. He had money, he was flashy, he wanted me to be kept. But here's the kicker girls. He was dumb as rocks.
Really stupid.
To this day my brother still laughs at him and some of the dumb shxt he would say. For instance, he never said "am I," as in "am i your friend?" Nooooooo. Instead he said "is am," as in "Is am yo frien." And when he got upset he would tell me that i was causing "move swings in his body".
WTF?
For all the shxt talkin i do, i happen to be kinda bright.
I just couldn't do it.
Plus, my parents didn't like him. He would come pick me up really late at night, always with a different car. He wouldn't take of his hat when he stepped into my house. And he was dumb. So they wrote him off immediately. My mother also thought he was too flashy.
He still hits me on AIM sometimes inviting me to come shopping at his boutique in Harlem. Or saying he has some free samples for my lil brother (he also created one of those ghetto fab Southpole-type fashion lines a while back). Yeah right. Money can't buy Lola dummy.
Merman
I already discussed him a little before. But now let me really get into his person.
Merman is one of those uptown fellas. Mix diddy and fifty cent, and you get merman. Very flashy. Very charming. Very persuasive. I got with him in HS because i wanted to make his friend (who i was talking to at the time) jealous. He was like the top dog in my school at the time, so it was a good plan. And it worked....but into the rabbit hole i fell. He is very materialistic, and loved to be the center of attention. I couldn't keep up. He's the guy you find in the VIP next to the famous guy. Fresh to death, loud as hell and a bag of trouble. A real hustler.
He was also A WHOLE LOT of DRAMA!
It is always non stop drama with him. But then again those uptown city slickers do love a good cup of attention grabbing drama.
These were my only serious fellas. I had a few little puppy lovers before them. These, however, are the ones that mattered enough for me to really remember.
Now i have my hub. My mother say i chose and chose until i chose one that is just like my father, and she's right. My hub is the carbon copy of my dad, which means he's an upstanding man...the anchor to my sailboat. We just work. But geeze i had to get through a lot of weird ones to find him.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
As we layed him down to rest
The nights before the funeral i couldn't sleep. I tossed and turned and prayed. i was so very afraid of what would transpire in the morning. I woke up early the next day and went to buy a stack of phone cards. I blew up my mothers phone...
Hi mom, are you ok? Does your car have tinted windows? oh ok....
Hi again, its me, Lola. Park right in front of the church, ok? In case you need to run or anything.
Hi...how many police are there? Oh good. Let me speak to one...No? ok. Call you later. Love you
Ummm...hi. maybe you should leave the car running. Ok Bye.
She told me it was a simple funeral. He layed in a simple closed casket because he was unrecognizable due to the five shots to the face. Simple women in simple black dresses wailed and screamed and protested the death of their brother, their uncle, their cousin. Fancy police waved fancy guns. Simple men wore simple t shirts displaying his sweet face. They all sported that trademark limp; you know, the one that means that they were taking life and safety into their own hands...quite literally.
They were ready...ready to mourn. Ready to fight. Ready to run. Ready to shoot. Ready to move on. The stage was set for a fair fight. But the coward didn't show. Figures.
So my mom is safe. She still had 3 more days in Trinidad, but she spent them in board rooms and ministry offices, and no where near the bush where evil apparently thrives. Good.
The police tactical force in now permanently stationed in Agostini and Rio Claro, and they claim that they won't leave without Peter, dead or alive. But trinidad is such a small place. It boggles my mind why they haven't found him yet. My mother recieved a call from the ministry of defense, and the local politicians have suddenly jumped all over this story. Probably because its now a feature in all of the big newspapers. Its all a big show.
Well, thank you God. Thank you for keeping them safe.
Read about it here and here.
Hi mom, are you ok? Does your car have tinted windows? oh ok....
Hi again, its me, Lola. Park right in front of the church, ok? In case you need to run or anything.
Hi...how many police are there? Oh good. Let me speak to one...No? ok. Call you later. Love you
Ummm...hi. maybe you should leave the car running. Ok Bye.
She told me it was a simple funeral. He layed in a simple closed casket because he was unrecognizable due to the five shots to the face. Simple women in simple black dresses wailed and screamed and protested the death of their brother, their uncle, their cousin. Fancy police waved fancy guns. Simple men wore simple t shirts displaying his sweet face. They all sported that trademark limp; you know, the one that means that they were taking life and safety into their own hands...quite literally.
They were ready...ready to mourn. Ready to fight. Ready to run. Ready to shoot. Ready to move on. The stage was set for a fair fight. But the coward didn't show. Figures.
So my mom is safe. She still had 3 more days in Trinidad, but she spent them in board rooms and ministry offices, and no where near the bush where evil apparently thrives. Good.
The police tactical force in now permanently stationed in Agostini and Rio Claro, and they claim that they won't leave without Peter, dead or alive. But trinidad is such a small place. It boggles my mind why they haven't found him yet. My mother recieved a call from the ministry of defense, and the local politicians have suddenly jumped all over this story. Probably because its now a feature in all of the big newspapers. Its all a big show.
Well, thank you God. Thank you for keeping them safe.
Read about it here and here.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Hurting Bxtches' Feelins and Shxt
Read the post below this one first, if you haven't already, or else you wont understand whats about to go down...
Remember when i mentioned that one of Peter's lackeys threatened another of my cousins at the funeral/wake for Curtis?
Well, it just so happens that that threat incited a whole facebook WAR between my family and his. LOL...and when i say war i mean war!!!! We've been droppin bombs on them hoes. In an effort to lighten the mood after my last post, i am going to share this hilarious verbal battle with you. But first let me try to explain this tangled web which we weave...
The lackey who made the threat, is the son of another acquaintance who missed being my family by like one degree. In other words, we are connected by a marriage. But these hoes are NOT my family. Anywho, the lackey is the son of a hoe named Sherian. Sherian has a sister named Carian, we'll call them the smut twins. They are the ones bearing the brunt of our verbal arsenal, as she was once fairly close to my mother (and accordingly divulged many of her dirty little secrets which are currently being served to her and the many others who are reading on facebook, on a hot sexy plate).
Following the wake and the threat, my mother updated her status to read 'who the hell is this boy'. The smut twin responded defensively saying that thats their nephew/son respectively. So my mother responded that she doesn't give a fxck about all that shit, and that anyone who makes threats should also fear them. Then Carian made the mistake of sending my mother a message reading "old retired cunt." WTF? lol. She opened up a can of worms, and we decided to have some fun with it.
This is how the conversation went. Copied and pasted for your viewing pleasure:
Carian Contrero James
March 13 at 3:25pm
Old retired cunt
W
Sent via Facebook Mobile
Debra Wilson
March 14 at 1:00am
YOUR FATHER RETIRED YOUR CUNT MANY MOONS AGO...BITCH.. HE TURNED YOU OUT WAY BEFORE YOU COULD SPELL C-U-N-T!! YOU ILLITERATE WANNA BE!!! THIS IS A BATTLE YOU COULD NEVER WIN BITCH !!!!
Debra Wilson
March 14 at 1:07am
AND IF I LIVED YOUR LIFE I WOULD BE BITTER AND ANGRY TOO.. NO HUSBAND...NO PARENT'S LOVE.. NO RESPECT FROM YOUR CHILD AND A JOKE TO ALL WHO COME INTO CONTACT WITH YOUR PATHETIC.. HYPOCRITICAL ASS. YOU ARE SO BENEATH ME....
Debra Wilson
March 14 at 1:08am
HOLLA!!!!!
March 13 at 3:25pm
Old retired cunt
W
Sent via Facebook Mobile
Debra Wilson
March 14 at 1:00am
YOUR FATHER RETIRED YOUR CUNT MANY MOONS AGO...BITCH.. HE TURNED YOU OUT WAY BEFORE YOU COULD SPELL C-U-N-T!! YOU ILLITERATE WANNA BE!!! THIS IS A BATTLE YOU COULD NEVER WIN BITCH !!!!
Debra Wilson
March 14 at 1:07am
AND IF I LIVED YOUR LIFE I WOULD BE BITTER AND ANGRY TOO.. NO HUSBAND...NO PARENT'S LOVE.. NO RESPECT FROM YOUR CHILD AND A JOKE TO ALL WHO COME INTO CONTACT WITH YOUR PATHETIC.. HYPOCRITICAL ASS. YOU ARE SO BENEATH ME....
Debra Wilson
March 14 at 1:08am
HOLLA!!!!!
(I sent this one)
Debra Wilson
March 14 at 1:37am
You are real tough sending facebook messages you dumb slut bitch. Its a pity that you are trying to get at my mother, but you don't even know how to spell what you want to say. We are laughing at you over here smut bag!!!!We can go back and forth all you like, but the fact of the matter is that the weak shall perish. Tell your slick mouth little nephew that he should choose his words more wisely because who doesn't catch him in rio will catch him in hell bitch.Get at us if you really want to start this fight!!!!!!!!!!!!!And make sure and tell Baboujeeeeeeeee what ah say wit he big ass head. Shit mannnnnnnnnnn!!!!!!!!!!!LMAOOOOO!!!!!!!I dare you to get loud on FACEBOOK!!!! My family will tear you apart bitch!!!!!!LOVE LOLA BITCH!!!!!!!!!!Eat shit and die!!!!!!!!!Fake ass rasta!!!!More like pasta!!!!! LMAOOOOI could get at you for days bitch!!!! lol!!!!!
Debra Wilson
March 14 at 1:37am
You are real tough sending facebook messages you dumb slut bitch. Its a pity that you are trying to get at my mother, but you don't even know how to spell what you want to say. We are laughing at you over here smut bag!!!!We can go back and forth all you like, but the fact of the matter is that the weak shall perish. Tell your slick mouth little nephew that he should choose his words more wisely because who doesn't catch him in rio will catch him in hell bitch.Get at us if you really want to start this fight!!!!!!!!!!!!!And make sure and tell Baboujeeeeeeeee what ah say wit he big ass head. Shit mannnnnnnnnnn!!!!!!!!!!!LMAOOOOO!!!!!!!I dare you to get loud on FACEBOOK!!!! My family will tear you apart bitch!!!!!!LOVE LOLA BITCH!!!!!!!!!!Eat shit and die!!!!!!!!!Fake ass rasta!!!!More like pasta!!!!! LMAOOOOI could get at you for days bitch!!!! lol!!!!!
(My bro added this one...hell we all chimed in!!!!)
Debra Wilson
March 14 at 1:41am
alright listen you dumb welfare riding bitch go get a job and get your ugly fuckin ass off facebook forreal. seriously grow the FUCK up and try 2 support your damn familylove your god son aj : )
(My cuz was there too...he added this)
March 14 at 1:41am
alright listen you dumb welfare riding bitch go get a job and get your ugly fuckin ass off facebook forreal. seriously grow the FUCK up and try 2 support your damn familylove your god son aj : )
(My cuz was there too...he added this)
We had fun!!!! Then she made the mistake of calling my aunt and cussing her out. So my mom got gully on her again:
Debra Wilson
March 14 at 6:20pm
DO NOT CALL MY SISTER EVER AGAIN YOU DUMB SLUT!! YOUR FIGHT IS WITH ME!!! AND I WILL KICK YOUR ASS IF I EVER HEAR YOU CALLING RHONDA... AND YOU COULD TAKE THAT TO THE BANK BITCH.... OOPS YOU HAVE PROBABLY NEVER BEEN TO A BANK YOU BROKE ASS BITCH.. COULDN'T EVEN PAY FOR YOUR OWN TICKET TO GO TO YOUR MOTHER'S FUNERAL AND STILL OWING THE FUNERAL PARLOR IN TRINIDAD FOR YOUR BROTHER'S FUNERAL 10 YEARS AGO!! GO TURN SOME TRICKS TONIGHT TO PAY FOR YOUR NEXT TRIP HOME ... IT WILL BE SOON!!!! OH AND YOUR FATHER CALLED YOU A SOUCOUYANT BECAUSE YOU TAKE MAN ALL NIGHT AND COME HOME IN THE MORNING?!!! OH GODDDDDD!!!!!! SALT ...SALT.. YOU REAL SALTY SLUT
Debra Wilson
March 14 at 8:22pmYO DUMB ASS... YOU CAN'T EVEN PAY YOUR PHONE BILL? I AM TRYING TO REACH YOU GIRL WE NEED TO TALK!! I GOT YOUR NUMBER SO PAY YOUR BILL.... MAYBE YOUR FAMILY COULD HELP YOU WITH THAT... OR IT IS SATURDAY SO YOU MIGHT MAKE SOME MONEY TONIGHT.. WE KNOW HOW YOU DO IT.. AND THERE ARE STILL MEN OUT THERE WHO DON'T MIND SLEEPING WITH SKANKS SO GOOD LUCK! IF YOU SLEEP WITH 10 MEN YOU COULD GET AS MUCH AS $100. YOU $10.00 WHORE.. SEE, I EVEN DID THE MATH FOR YOU CAUSE I KNOW YOU CAN'T COUNT PAST 10...LUV YA TO HELL
March 14 at 6:20pm
DO NOT CALL MY SISTER EVER AGAIN YOU DUMB SLUT!! YOUR FIGHT IS WITH ME!!! AND I WILL KICK YOUR ASS IF I EVER HEAR YOU CALLING RHONDA... AND YOU COULD TAKE THAT TO THE BANK BITCH.... OOPS YOU HAVE PROBABLY NEVER BEEN TO A BANK YOU BROKE ASS BITCH.. COULDN'T EVEN PAY FOR YOUR OWN TICKET TO GO TO YOUR MOTHER'S FUNERAL AND STILL OWING THE FUNERAL PARLOR IN TRINIDAD FOR YOUR BROTHER'S FUNERAL 10 YEARS AGO!! GO TURN SOME TRICKS TONIGHT TO PAY FOR YOUR NEXT TRIP HOME ... IT WILL BE SOON!!!! OH AND YOUR FATHER CALLED YOU A SOUCOUYANT BECAUSE YOU TAKE MAN ALL NIGHT AND COME HOME IN THE MORNING?!!! OH GODDDDDD!!!!!! SALT ...SALT.. YOU REAL SALTY SLUT
Debra Wilson
March 14 at 8:22pmYO DUMB ASS... YOU CAN'T EVEN PAY YOUR PHONE BILL? I AM TRYING TO REACH YOU GIRL WE NEED TO TALK!! I GOT YOUR NUMBER SO PAY YOUR BILL.... MAYBE YOUR FAMILY COULD HELP YOU WITH THAT... OR IT IS SATURDAY SO YOU MIGHT MAKE SOME MONEY TONIGHT.. WE KNOW HOW YOU DO IT.. AND THERE ARE STILL MEN OUT THERE WHO DON'T MIND SLEEPING WITH SKANKS SO GOOD LUCK! IF YOU SLEEP WITH 10 MEN YOU COULD GET AS MUCH AS $100. YOU $10.00 WHORE.. SEE, I EVEN DID THE MATH FOR YOU CAUSE I KNOW YOU CAN'T COUNT PAST 10...LUV YA TO HELL
We also did this just for fun...
Bwa hahahahahaaha.
We win.
It was just a little bomb droppin fun. Then things got a lil' more serious. See, the smut twin's family in Trinidad had been feeding Peter info about the whereabouts of my family members. And Ironically on the day that my Uncle Pie was shot down, the smut twins called my aunt laughing, cursing and taunting her. We didn't really understand why, as we were under the impression that the whole thing had died down. Then a few hours later we got word that Wayne had been fatally shot.
Yes, they knew. And they were brave enought to contact us, laughing. Now do you understand why we are not merciful with our insults?
The same day, Carian's daughter sent me a friend request on facebook (why do i use this facebook? it is the devils instrument.) She pretty much just wanted to be able to read what we were writing. I guess looking for some new tips for Peter.
Now, i didn't intend to get into it with her. But i did want to give her a piece of my mind. Still, i got caught up and collaborated with my mother to take her out, verbally.
Once again, copied and pasted straight from my inbox for your viewing pleasure:
I wrote:
To know of such evil before it happens is evil in itself.
Words were only words. But now, this has reached a FAR more serious level. And the fact that your mother would DEAR to contact us on the day that my innocent uncle fell has proved that she is deserving of far more than a verbal scolding.
I pray for her. Be very careful. People are being shot left and right. Its not safe for ANYONE. Be VERY careful. Seems like someone is always watching.
I pray that you will be nothing like your mother. I pray that the blood that runs through you will not corrupt you. I pray that you will be a great person, far detached from the evil that beget you. So, no. I will not be your friend.
Do not ever contact me or any member of this family again. Let your dog shit mother know that Trinidad is no longer her home. Be safe.
Tamiekah James
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Listen bitch dont you dear talk about my mother. While on the other hand your mother is a stink lazy fucking old woman in her 40s. I am my mother child and what makes it bad is every drop of her blood is in my body so what i could say im the spitting image of my mother. Your family is fucking dumb and pussy cant you see that your killing one another lol that shit is so fucking funny. ALL THAT SHIT YOU TALKING ABOUT TRINI. BITCH YALL NO WHERE WE LIVE COME SEE US. TRINIDAD IS 6 HOURS AWAY FROM HERE WHY WAISTE THE TIME?
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Listen bitch dont you dear talk about my mother. While on the other hand your mother is a stink lazy fucking old woman in her 40s. I am my mother child and what makes it bad is every drop of her blood is in my body so what i could say im the spitting image of my mother. Your family is fucking dumb and pussy cant you see that your killing one another lol that shit is so fucking funny. ALL THAT SHIT YOU TALKING ABOUT TRINI. BITCH YALL NO WHERE WE LIVE COME SEE US. TRINIDAD IS 6 HOURS AWAY FROM HERE WHY WAISTE THE TIME?
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Lola
April 21 at 2:24am
Aww. Good job honey. But is that the best you can do? lazy old woman in her forty's? lol...cute
April 21 at 2:24am
Aww. Good job honey. But is that the best you can do? lazy old woman in her forty's? lol...cute
It must suck that there is nothing better for you to get at us with, while we could go on for days about your mama bear.
I am proud of you for trying though. If you'd like, i can recommend a tutor for the two of you to get some reading and writing lessons. It costs like 50$ hour. Maybe you can talk to your welfare case worker about sponsoring you. :-) Your english could use a little work.
Stay in school honey. Maybe they'll teach you that sticks and stones may break bones, but your words? Just cute :-)
I wont bother getting into it with you little one, because you've got a lot to learn. I don't want to hurt your feelings. And no, I'm not coming to see you. I am just not into slumming it. The ghetto makes me itch.
So let me end this by reminding you that you, sweet pea, sent ME a friend request.
Sorry, but as i said before, not gonna happen. Gutter bitches make me itch. By the way you still dealing with those yeast infections you used to have as a child? If you can't remember ask mama bear...and mention the super.
Caio baby.
And i'll get back to you about that tutor.
(Once i started i couldn't stop...and my mother kept giving me new info...)
Lola
April 21 at 3:00am
Oh and by the way my mother clothed you for many years fatso.... it finally became too much when you started wearing plus sizes at the tender age of 7... and isn't it ironic that my mother paid your mother to wipe our asses? MY MOTHER HAS IT LIKE THAT, SHE COULD AFFORD TO BE LAZY!! BALLIN!!! My mom may be 40 but she stiill looks better than your whoring ass midget Mexican looking mother!! remember when you said your mother used to go to the Albermarle Motel with her "friend." Are you entertaining her friends at the motel now? There must be some chubby chasers out there for an emotional eater like you!!! KEEP ON EATING YOU FAT SLOB!!! GHETTO RAT!!! SLUM DOG!! YOUR FAMILY KILL EACH OTHER FOR SPORT. REMEMBER UNCLE ROLAND AND COLOBOY? WHAT ABOUT BABOOGEE BEATING DOLCEEE EVERY CHANCE HE GOT.. AND BABOOGEEE MOLESTING ALL HIS CHILDREN AND GRANDCHILDREN.. WHAT ABOUT COLOBOY THROWING DOLCEE OFF THE PORCH.. AND YOUR OWN MOTHER AND FATHER? NOW THAT IS A LOVING FAMILY... YOU DESERVE NOTHING LESS BABY!!!! JUST THINK THE MOTHER YOU DEFEND MADE YOU INTO THE FAT BITCH YOU HAVE BECOME DRIVING YOU TO DROWN YOUR SORRY ASS IN FATTENING FOODS...YOU HAD A PATHETIC CHILDHOOD AND YOU ARE GROWING INTO A PATHETIC ADULT.
Lola
April 21 at 3:00am
Oh and by the way my mother clothed you for many years fatso.... it finally became too much when you started wearing plus sizes at the tender age of 7... and isn't it ironic that my mother paid your mother to wipe our asses? MY MOTHER HAS IT LIKE THAT, SHE COULD AFFORD TO BE LAZY!! BALLIN!!! My mom may be 40 but she stiill looks better than your whoring ass midget Mexican looking mother!! remember when you said your mother used to go to the Albermarle Motel with her "friend." Are you entertaining her friends at the motel now? There must be some chubby chasers out there for an emotional eater like you!!! KEEP ON EATING YOU FAT SLOB!!! GHETTO RAT!!! SLUM DOG!! YOUR FAMILY KILL EACH OTHER FOR SPORT. REMEMBER UNCLE ROLAND AND COLOBOY? WHAT ABOUT BABOOGEE BEATING DOLCEEE EVERY CHANCE HE GOT.. AND BABOOGEEE MOLESTING ALL HIS CHILDREN AND GRANDCHILDREN.. WHAT ABOUT COLOBOY THROWING DOLCEE OFF THE PORCH.. AND YOUR OWN MOTHER AND FATHER? NOW THAT IS A LOVING FAMILY... YOU DESERVE NOTHING LESS BABY!!!! JUST THINK THE MOTHER YOU DEFEND MADE YOU INTO THE FAT BITCH YOU HAVE BECOME DRIVING YOU TO DROWN YOUR SORRY ASS IN FATTENING FOODS...YOU HAD A PATHETIC CHILDHOOD AND YOU ARE GROWING INTO A PATHETIC ADULT.
AND DAMNNNNN I DID NOT EVEN KNOW RAINBOW MADE CLOTHES THAT BIG.
THE THIN SHALL INHERIT THE EARTH... AND I DON'T THINK THEY SERVE TWINKIES IN HELL.. THAT MEANS THAT YOU WILL SUFFER FOREVER :)
(We meant to stop here, but the good times just kept onnnnnn rollin!!!!!)
Lola
April 21 at 3:17am
YOU KNOW DEEP DOWN YOU HATE THAT MOTHER OF YOURS FOR WHAT SHE HAS MADE YOU!! IT IS BECAUSE OF HER NOT CARING ENOUGH ABOUT YOU AS A CHILD THAT YOU HAVE BECOME THIS OVERWEIGHT, IGNORANT DISAPPOINTMENT. I BET YOU WISH YOU COULD HAVE EATEN HER TOO!!! I HOPE YOU GET THE HELP YOU NEED
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I love my self but do you? my homies in queens said that u been around (she got confused...she tried to say i was a whore when i lived with my parents, but we lived in Long Island hun....not queens). and who the fuck are u calling overweight bitch? im thick (Bwaaa hahahahahahah)unlike ur mother fat and sloppy lol. b4 u judge me grow some hair bitch your bold ass. trust me weave cant help you (BWa hahahah...she must not be reading lola dipped in good ya'll!!!! My weaves are spinnin baby!!!!). lol i see that your married lol are u tired of sleeping around? Or do u have aids like the rest of ur sick minded fam? do u like ur mother? (I love her!!!! Hey mom!)or do u like ur fathers girl more? damn ur mom must me so fucking ashamed that she cant do any better. lol. dont you have anything better to do like pick up ur dirty draws off the floor or pick up your childs shit diappers. how herpies face ronda and bumb ass sharon(Notice she can spell herpies but she can't spell bum...its a 3 letter word!)? Did she fix her face yet? tell my lazy ass god mother i said to suck denzel dick 2 get a ticket to go to trini lol. And tell kim fay (Kim fey is my cousin......bad man pull up!!!)he can run but he cant hide.
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Hey do u remember that broke down apartment you used to live in lol. what a good place to live. your family finally got a cheap home to buy lol which was a peice of shit also. and boldie i live and around white ppl. A rich ass hood bitch. your mother never bought me shit but some cheap ass shit from old navy. remember every winter all those winter jackets you and ur big head brother had my mother bought it. lol. did ur uncle boye rape you bitch. how was the weed u smoked in trinidad? Did u get high enough u fuckin pot head. and my mother did ur bumb ass mother a favor by taking care of u she was to poor and broke to send yall some where else. and what u mean stay in skool im done i graduated in febuary lol im so proud. and b4 i 4get you know deep down inside my mother looks better than yours any day. tell ur mom to get off her fat ass and stop sucking her fat arm and do so jumping jack to try and look as good as my mom
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Lola
April 21 at 5:54pm
Aww...you're still trying huh? lol...not good enough.
Lola
April 21 at 3:17am
YOU KNOW DEEP DOWN YOU HATE THAT MOTHER OF YOURS FOR WHAT SHE HAS MADE YOU!! IT IS BECAUSE OF HER NOT CARING ENOUGH ABOUT YOU AS A CHILD THAT YOU HAVE BECOME THIS OVERWEIGHT, IGNORANT DISAPPOINTMENT. I BET YOU WISH YOU COULD HAVE EATEN HER TOO!!! I HOPE YOU GET THE HELP YOU NEED
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I love my self but do you? my homies in queens said that u been around (she got confused...she tried to say i was a whore when i lived with my parents, but we lived in Long Island hun....not queens). and who the fuck are u calling overweight bitch? im thick (Bwaaa hahahahahahah)unlike ur mother fat and sloppy lol. b4 u judge me grow some hair bitch your bold ass. trust me weave cant help you (BWa hahahah...she must not be reading lola dipped in good ya'll!!!! My weaves are spinnin baby!!!!). lol i see that your married lol are u tired of sleeping around? Or do u have aids like the rest of ur sick minded fam? do u like ur mother? (I love her!!!! Hey mom!)or do u like ur fathers girl more? damn ur mom must me so fucking ashamed that she cant do any better. lol. dont you have anything better to do like pick up ur dirty draws off the floor or pick up your childs shit diappers. how herpies face ronda and bumb ass sharon(Notice she can spell herpies but she can't spell bum...its a 3 letter word!)? Did she fix her face yet? tell my lazy ass god mother i said to suck denzel dick 2 get a ticket to go to trini lol. And tell kim fay (Kim fey is my cousin......bad man pull up!!!)he can run but he cant hide.
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Hey do u remember that broke down apartment you used to live in lol. what a good place to live. your family finally got a cheap home to buy lol which was a peice of shit also. and boldie i live and around white ppl. A rich ass hood bitch. your mother never bought me shit but some cheap ass shit from old navy. remember every winter all those winter jackets you and ur big head brother had my mother bought it. lol. did ur uncle boye rape you bitch. how was the weed u smoked in trinidad? Did u get high enough u fuckin pot head. and my mother did ur bumb ass mother a favor by taking care of u she was to poor and broke to send yall some where else. and what u mean stay in skool im done i graduated in febuary lol im so proud. and b4 i 4get you know deep down inside my mother looks better than yours any day. tell ur mom to get off her fat ass and stop sucking her fat arm and do so jumping jack to try and look as good as my mom
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April 21 at 5:54pm
Aww...you're still trying huh? lol...not good enough.
Try again.
I'll give you one more try.
Put down the chicken leg and put on your thinking cap hun. Is that the best you can do? And be careful, because the next time you might really get you feelings hurt. Regardless of where ever we used to live, the bottom line is...we don't live there anymore. Come over. I'll give you a tour. Or you can pick which house you like best and i'll let you clean it for some twinkie money.
Where you used to live...you still live there.
And its funny that you are dissing the clothes that my mother used to buy you, because guess what honey, you used to wear 'em.
And my uncle boye raped me? lol...did you guys put both of your heads together to make up that one?
pot head? lol...are you really trying to come at me with this weak shit...especially considering your whore mom and ganga farmer dad?
Boo...do better.
And you're saying that my mom was the broke ass bitch? Lol. Who's the broke bitch now?
Go ask your mom for 5$ then come back and tell me about how she said no. And don't worry, i'll lend it to you if you really need it.
Congrats on graduating from clown college.
Now you will have more time to work over at Albermarle hotel for a 20 $ fuck...Like your mom.
Oh, and since ya'll are so ballin outta control living with the "white people" over there (where you will probably spend the rest of your sad little life), how come your grandfadda cussed out your mama so bad at that last funeral because she didn't even have enough money to buy her own ticket to go home?
Damn, you must be so sad on the inside.
When i read your messages i get to giggle at the funny little lies you make up.
When you read our messages, you die a little bit on the inside because the truth hurts, i know. Come harder next time. I'm getting bored with you guys.
Every word we speak is the bona fide truth. All you have to do is read their responses to know that they try hard to clap back, but end up with wonky lies and funnies.
Every word we speak is the bona fide truth. All you have to do is read their responses to know that they try hard to clap back, but end up with wonky lies and funnies.
I hope you have enjoyed my facebook exploits! I don't condone internet thuggery, but my family is mourning great loss and we will retaliate with whatever weapons we have whether it be verbal or physical bombshells.
Plus they say the pen is mightier than the sword. I believe it.
Now i'll leave you with a pic of my bad bxtch mom because i know you snitchezz wanna know if she's really fat...
Sorry Tammy....Wrong again...Try harder.
Crime and Punishment
Voyeurs, I apologize for my scanty posting, but i have been wrapped up in some real life drama...
It all started back in October-ish when my cousin was shot 3 times point blank in the head...and survived. His name is Sherwin, bka Sean.
He was shot by an old friend of our family, out of pure jealousy. Sean just happens to be ballin out of control. And in Trinidad, where we are from and where he resides, that's saying a lot.
The man who shot him is named Peter. He hates Sean for his success, and tried to kill him. Absurd, i know. It was mentioned in a Trini newspaper here.
My cousin, his wife and kids, flew here immediately following the shooting, so that he could be operated on, and recover safely.
Things died down right after that and we thought it was over. Then Peter's brother was killed. Some say as retribution for shooting my cousin, but who knows. The article also mentions that.
But apparently, Peter was crazier than we thought. He went into hiding. As Trini's would say, he went into the bush (or the Forest areas surrounding the town, Agostini, where my family is from). He started sending messages to my family that he was going to kill everyone. And then he shot and killed my cousin Sean's best friend, Curtis, right in front of his wife and kids.
At the wake for Curtis, one of Peter's lackeys threatened another of my cousins, telling him that he was next. Of course my uncles and cousins beat him senseless. But on the other hand we took the threat seriously.
Then, a few days later, another of Peter's brothers was murdered.
This past week, Peter shot another of my uncles, Wayne, more than 20 times with a semi-automatic. His blood was to plentiful that it soaked through the floorboards of the house and stained the ground beneath.
My Uncle had NOTHING to do with the situation. As a matter of fact his nickname was Pie, because people said he was sweet as pie. Peter simply decided that he wants every member of my family dead.
Please read about it here
My family was shocked, disgusted, sad, angry. But as usual we never allow anyone to scare us into hiding. We are too resilient for that.
In a show of solidarity, they held a wake for Pie the day after the shooting, and it went well. Until about 8:00.
At 8:00 peter and an accomplice came out of the bushes near the wake shooting (again) my cousin Sean and another of his friends. He shot Sean six more times, and he survived, again. That brings him to a total of nine bullets. His friend also survived. Peter had emptied all of the bullets from his semi on my uncle the day before, so all he had was a simple shotgun, with simple slugs that pierced but did not kill my cousin. Funny how things happen.
Please read about it here.
My family tried to handle things lawfully; reporting every killing, every threat, every incident, every tip to the police. And they never responded. In fact, the police have an on going grudge against us because of an incident where my cousin Sean revealed a major scam within the department in which they tried to bribe him in efforts to cover up their abuse to his younger brother.
They let this drag on. They aided Peter, ignored his blatant presence in the village and refused to put him into custody. But it just so happens that on Friday at 8:00, Peter showed them that he has no friends. He shot at the same police who allowed his lawlessness, and they ran into the very house where my uncle Wayne was shot dead, and hid under the bed. I wonder if they could smell the scent of fresh innocent blood as they cowered on the same floor where he called out for their help until he bled to death?
The police hid in drains, they ran, they called for assistance, just as they made my fallen and hit family members do for all of the months during which these incidents transpired.
Now they are putting on an elaborate show for the media. They brought out big guns, helicopters, night vision cameras and even the army. They claim to have the best interest of my family at heart as they guard them, escort them, comb through the bush and patrol the streets of Agostini village. But none of this will ever right the wrong that they committed when they let this man roam free chopping down our tree one branch at a time. And when we retaliated they carted off every one of my kin and locked them under the jail. But Peter ran free.
I am sad and worried. My mother left today to begin a legal crusade against the corruption in the police department and to mourn the loss of her blood. But i am scared for her.
So God, please bring her back safely. Please God.
Another of my jealous uncles (who supplied Peter with the bullets that killed Wayne, his brother) specifically told my grand mother that all of her children would die. Its my mother that he is referring to, i know. And i am scared. I shake, i cry, i pray. Please, God.
I hope that in sharing this story with you all, a valuable lesson will be learned. Jealousy is a disease that can infect even the most deeply rooted family tree. As i see my family members fall, i am sickened at the power of the dollar. Money will come and go. But family, once gone will never return.
Rest in peace Curtis and Uncle Pie. Keep fighting Sean. You are my personal Superman. Stay strong family. What God put together, let no man put asunder.
Come home to us mom. Safely.
♥ Lola
It all started back in October-ish when my cousin was shot 3 times point blank in the head...and survived. His name is Sherwin, bka Sean.
He was shot by an old friend of our family, out of pure jealousy. Sean just happens to be ballin out of control. And in Trinidad, where we are from and where he resides, that's saying a lot.
The man who shot him is named Peter. He hates Sean for his success, and tried to kill him. Absurd, i know. It was mentioned in a Trini newspaper here.
My cousin, his wife and kids, flew here immediately following the shooting, so that he could be operated on, and recover safely.
Things died down right after that and we thought it was over. Then Peter's brother was killed. Some say as retribution for shooting my cousin, but who knows. The article also mentions that.
But apparently, Peter was crazier than we thought. He went into hiding. As Trini's would say, he went into the bush (or the Forest areas surrounding the town, Agostini, where my family is from). He started sending messages to my family that he was going to kill everyone. And then he shot and killed my cousin Sean's best friend, Curtis, right in front of his wife and kids.
At the wake for Curtis, one of Peter's lackeys threatened another of my cousins, telling him that he was next. Of course my uncles and cousins beat him senseless. But on the other hand we took the threat seriously.
Then, a few days later, another of Peter's brothers was murdered.
This past week, Peter shot another of my uncles, Wayne, more than 20 times with a semi-automatic. His blood was to plentiful that it soaked through the floorboards of the house and stained the ground beneath.
My Uncle had NOTHING to do with the situation. As a matter of fact his nickname was Pie, because people said he was sweet as pie. Peter simply decided that he wants every member of my family dead.
Please read about it here
My family was shocked, disgusted, sad, angry. But as usual we never allow anyone to scare us into hiding. We are too resilient for that.
In a show of solidarity, they held a wake for Pie the day after the shooting, and it went well. Until about 8:00.
At 8:00 peter and an accomplice came out of the bushes near the wake shooting (again) my cousin Sean and another of his friends. He shot Sean six more times, and he survived, again. That brings him to a total of nine bullets. His friend also survived. Peter had emptied all of the bullets from his semi on my uncle the day before, so all he had was a simple shotgun, with simple slugs that pierced but did not kill my cousin. Funny how things happen.
Please read about it here.
My family tried to handle things lawfully; reporting every killing, every threat, every incident, every tip to the police. And they never responded. In fact, the police have an on going grudge against us because of an incident where my cousin Sean revealed a major scam within the department in which they tried to bribe him in efforts to cover up their abuse to his younger brother.
They let this drag on. They aided Peter, ignored his blatant presence in the village and refused to put him into custody. But it just so happens that on Friday at 8:00, Peter showed them that he has no friends. He shot at the same police who allowed his lawlessness, and they ran into the very house where my uncle Wayne was shot dead, and hid under the bed. I wonder if they could smell the scent of fresh innocent blood as they cowered on the same floor where he called out for their help until he bled to death?
The police hid in drains, they ran, they called for assistance, just as they made my fallen and hit family members do for all of the months during which these incidents transpired.
Now they are putting on an elaborate show for the media. They brought out big guns, helicopters, night vision cameras and even the army. They claim to have the best interest of my family at heart as they guard them, escort them, comb through the bush and patrol the streets of Agostini village. But none of this will ever right the wrong that they committed when they let this man roam free chopping down our tree one branch at a time. And when we retaliated they carted off every one of my kin and locked them under the jail. But Peter ran free.
I am sad and worried. My mother left today to begin a legal crusade against the corruption in the police department and to mourn the loss of her blood. But i am scared for her.
So God, please bring her back safely. Please God.
Another of my jealous uncles (who supplied Peter with the bullets that killed Wayne, his brother) specifically told my grand mother that all of her children would die. Its my mother that he is referring to, i know. And i am scared. I shake, i cry, i pray. Please, God.
I hope that in sharing this story with you all, a valuable lesson will be learned. Jealousy is a disease that can infect even the most deeply rooted family tree. As i see my family members fall, i am sickened at the power of the dollar. Money will come and go. But family, once gone will never return.
Rest in peace Curtis and Uncle Pie. Keep fighting Sean. You are my personal Superman. Stay strong family. What God put together, let no man put asunder.
Come home to us mom. Safely.
♥ Lola
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