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In a surprise twist of events that surprises absolutely nobody Becky Harks, mommy wants money, now has a GoFundMe. It was set up by a ‘friend’ who shared the harrowing tale of Becky’s past few months.
…Becky needs our help. In December 2015 Becky fell and broke her hip and femur for the SECOND time. She was also thrust into a coma, during part of which she was “awake” but has no recollection of her daily life because she had fallen deep into the rabbit hole. Depression is a killer my friends – and that and an infection after her break almost killed our Aunt Becky. But …. she is BACK!!! And she needs our help. She will NEVER ask for it, but she does…Becky has NOTHING to do with the GoFundMe.
Saying she is “living on a fixed budget and she can’t even pay her bills, which are mostly medical now” the GFM asks for $5,000 to help Becky…well it doesn’t really specifically say what the money will used for. But I’m sure it will be used for helping Becky get back to her healthy lifestyle.
…I realize they have stabilized my neck. Frighteningly, I have absolutely zero memory of the incident leading up to this ambulance – I only know that my femur and hip are broken. For the second time in two months…Then it all goes black.
She recounts what was going on around her…while she was in a coma. Apparently the doctor said she “snapped the titanium rod in two pieces” and it was “by far one of the worst breaks” the doctor had ever seen.
She has an infection, this may be contributing to why she hasn’t yet woken up after surgery, I could hear the doctor. The cultures from her femur are a nasty group alpha streptococcus. She’s going to both need a central line and indefinite antibiotics.
She hears the doctor say “she has brain waves indicative of excellent brain function” but Aunt Becky just wasn’t waking up. Then Aunt Becky hears the doctor say she’s dying.
She is terminal. We are very sorry. We’ve done all we can, I can hear them say. Her children should say their goodbyes.
At this point Becky claims she woke up the next day, which is when I assume she jumped on twitter. Because even when you’ve just come back from the brink of death, your priority should be the intarwebs.
NieNie, best mom ever, enjoyed a fun-filled ice walking frolic with her children recently. Normally they shuffle out onto Utah Lake and behold God’s majesty in a “mystical and calm” manner. Not this time!
This trip however, was a little less calm since Oliver slipped through the ice into water about 100 feet from the shoreline. We all freaked out for about 20 seconds, and then began laughing hysterically. It certainly cut our playtime short since he was frozen to his waist.
Not that I can complain. I was freezing.
She says they were all in their pajamas and “so not really prepared for a winter adventure”, but it was “wonderful” anyway.
Roosh V, the man who once claimed his “default opinion of any girl I meet is worthless dirty wh*re until proven otherwise”, has had to cancel his Return of Kings meetup after a women’s boxing team said they’d be showing up. Of course, the RoK website says it’s because the evil SJWs stirred up controversy making it unsafe for the sausage party to get together and talk about how much they love rape.
He also filed police reports out of fear for his own precious life because all those mentally ill ugly chicks were sending him death threats. When the police showed up to take a report about the threats, the international businessman who totally has piles of cash emerged from his mommy’s basement in a pit stained tee shirt. Because that is where he lives. In his mom’s basement.
So basically the man who thinks a woman’s only value lies in her looks and the status of her hymen is living in his mommy’s basement and squeaking by on ad revenue from a site about hating women. What an heroic icon of manhood.
Amanda, the woman who claims her husband’s mistress forced him to cheat, is back with a new blog. Calling herself a “radically honest and brave woman” for publishing “about her husband and his five-year affair with a blackmailing sexual sociopath”, she shares the brutal hardship she is enduring since her marriage busted up.
It’s amazing what I’ve learned to live without for the last two months…my car payment is due today, that Ricky Bobby is legally responsible for, and it isn’t getting paid…Will I gracefully learn how to live without…my precious convertible BMW…
She also goes on about being “surprised by myself and what I’ve learned to live without and how to hold my head high when using my EBT (electronic benefit transfer-aka food stamps) card at the grocery store” while saying the second that deadbeat Ricky Bobby sends her some spousal support, she’s going back in for a Botox touch up.
She also moans that she can no longer get expensive haircuts while pitying the broke women who cannot afford the upkeep to which Amanda was accustomed.
Although my hair is untouched and thus needs no color upkeep, I can certainly spot a fake blonde in dire need of a touch up. Would I say to her, “Is your husband screwing you over, too? I can tell by your excessive wrinkles and horrible roots. I see you’re a natural brunette. Perhaps it’s time to embrace it”.
So if you want to follow the continuing saga of Amanda feel free to head on over to her new trainwreck. Happy Monday!
Jon at Bookish Antics has posted a bizarre tale of catfishing in the book blogger world. He says a “woman ‘named’ Corinne Rosanna Catlin has been contacting bloggers such as myself and masquerading as a publicity assistant” at Penguin Books. He claims she is sending out purchased Advance Reader Copies to send out along with her own book in an effort to trick bloggers into reviewing her work.
I got mail from Corinne in a box with a Penguin Random House label and a letter that was supposedly from Penguin Young Readers. I received one of the ARCs I requested, a random adult book from a Penguin imprint and a strange looking indie title. The YA book from my list had a “Thrift Books” sticker on it and I’m confident that Corinne bought the ARC I wanted online. This was all a ploy to make bloggers read her novel, Spectaccolo by Christine Catlin, which she claims that Penguin is now publishing in paperback.
The author, Christine Catlin, is being accused of astroturfing Goodreads with fake reviews about her book as well. Jon says he has “received emails from an official PenguinRandomHouse address from a Corinne despite confirmations from a source that she doesn’t work there” and says “Penguin Random House is now getting involved in this and their Legal department will be handling this”.
Um, ok, sure. Her life is turning into a really bad story arc on Grey’s Anatomy or something. Are her fangirls still buying this crap?
Happy New Year’s Eve, hams! To guide us gently out of 2015 here’s a final ‘lol wut’.
Ha. Well ok then. Thanks Elena, everyone needed to know this.
Everyone stay safe tonight and I’ll be posting the 2016 GOMI Awards voting page with the final categories
when our hangovers go away on Monday.
Tiffany Wilcox, famethirsty, is ready for her close-up, Ms. DeGeneres. She posted a picture of her “fluffy” naked baby two weeks ago and promptly began creaming herself when the image went viral. She’s now taking every opportunity to fame vampire even more attention from her roly poly offspring.
She’s obviously busy making a big show of telling off anyone who thinks her 99th percentile “mini-me” might want to sign up for Weight Watchers, because everyone knows manufacturing drama over a child will shoot you straight into seats next to Ellen and Joy Behar. Why simply delete and block comments about a picture you publicly posted when you can you make it a big ‘people are being mean to my baby’ campaign?
More predictably, Tiffany The Professional Photographer has begun squealing at brands hoping to make her daughter a spokesmodel, and is tagging people like Mario Lopez, Kim Kardashian, Ludacris, and the Ellen Show over and over and over.
Congrats, Kinsley! You can now join the ranks of the Von Derp children as Mommy’s Little Meal Ticket! (Seriously though, can someone explain to me why all these bloggers and instagrammers are obsessed with getting on Ellen?)
On her snapchat, she posted a picture of a gigantic nazi flag hanging in her brother’s apartment and her and her friends dancing around it and laughing. A few moments later, she posted a follow-up snapchat saying ‘not my flag’, indicating that she knew the meaning of it and wanted to distance herself away from it.
There was soon a response posted to her instagram – featuring a pic of Shani sunning her legs by the pool – along with an explanation. She claims she had no clue what the flag actually was.
I am writing to issue a heartfelt and full apology for the images of the flag that appeared yesterday on my Snapchat. Prior to the well-deserved outrage I received via social media in response to the images, I genuinely wasn’t aware of the meaning behind the flag, nor the horror it represents.
She went on to say she no longer has “any association with the person who hung the flag in his apartment” and added “Ps. IT WAS NOT MY BROTHER”.
Brandy Wooten, apparently an influential blogger, posted a weird, expletive laden video of herself verbally abusing a McDonald’s employee. It seems they didn’t have Brandy’s fresh baked cookies ready for her on her arrival, even though she calls ahead “every time”. (I would recommend you not watch this video if you don’t like loud curse words.)
Telling the poor drive through woman she is “a real blogger” and intends to “tag” her, she then invites people to follow her on facebook before calling the employee a “raggedy a**”. The employee then tells her to have a nice day, to which the classy Brandy responds “I will, b*tch”.
Welcome to the entitled world of a “real blogger”.
Obviously the best time to take a picture of your manicure is while you careen down the road at 70 mph. Why do people keep doing this?
Summer Bellessa, wannabe youtube star, took her potty training son out Black Friday shopping at Target. I know…already the momhams out there are thinking what a fantastic idea this was. What could go wrong?
Well if something does go exactly the way all reason and mother nature would predict, make sure you take a pic of it in the middle of the aisle while your son cries. Instamommies – they’ll make their kid stand around in pee soaked jeans if it means they can post a bon mot on the gram. Happy holidays!