Introducing the luscious, sultry AND sexy, but very aptly named, Akroma Pettygrove…bringing the “horror” to THOT’s everywhere.

Brace yourself, gents.

Control your loins, you cads.  Buckle in your sausage cause dis shit is the ride of a lifetime.  In fact, it may very well be the final ride of your lifetime!

Here she is, the one, the only, the steaming (as in a pile of dogshit on an August day in New Orleans), Akroma Pettygrove!

 

Behold, and beware, that magnificent cleavage.

If cleavage could kill, this one would hack you up into a million pieces and blend a fine soup out of your tortured soul for all eternity.

Akroma…only something so revolting to the human and non-human eye, alike, could possibly subscribe to this litany of stereotypical leftist nonsense.

 

Tropes are us

 

And always proudly subversive, repulsive and pretentiously anti-human.  It’s as if these types revel in their distasteful abhorrence with the aim of making us turn away in disgust.

 

 

Oh, and of course.

 

 

Why does the left seek to disgust and revolt as if it’s a badge of honor, a mark of distinction?  Are their lives such shit that rather than rise against adversity, they plunge into the depths of self-debasement and do all they can to drag us down with them?

 

Merry was hungry, and I bring you pictures before the story.

It’s a common internet ploy, or retort, that when an outlandish (preferably of the sexual sort) claim, is claimed, in a verbal, ambiguous manner, that a group of anonymous cyberdenizens must, in a resounding, demanding manner, beg of said claimant, “Pictures, or it didn’t happen!”

This is a fitting skepticism given that the internet is a barren wasteland of wayward boasts and falsities which reduce all online interactions to barely believable snippets of quasi fiction.

“Pictures!”

For the chain of events I’m about to recount, I thought I would reverse the narrative slightly. I’ll show you the excruciating video (picture) first. Since the picture is first, it’s up to you, the internet anonymoustariat, to demand, “Story, or it didn’t happen!”

Here’s the video.

As I said, this is agonizing. The “rescuers,” obviously having a difficult time bringing the water-logged corpse over the short wall.  When they are finally able to heave it over, the corpse appears to erupt in a messy splatter of water and grime and who knows what other bodily detritus, driving some people to gasp.

Story, or it didn’t happen!

Well first of all, that corpse belongs to Deasy Tuwo, a 44-year-old lead scientist who worked at an Indonesian marine laboratory.

 

Deasy Tuwo

 

Deasy didn’t have much a chance against 17-foot long Merry.

 

Deasy Tuwo, 44, is thought to have been dragged into the enclosure by the 17ft-long crocodile when she was throwing meat into the pool during feeding time on Friday morning.

The crocodile, called Merry, was found with Ms Tuwo’s remains still in its jaws at the research facility in North Sulawesi, Indonesia.

 

Merry’s eyes were bigger than her stomach…

 

Officials believe Merry the crocodile stood on its hind legs and jumped up the 8ft wall to drag her into the pool.

Horrified staff at the facility, named CV Yosiki Laboratory, made the grim discovery later that morning, when they noticed a ‘strange shape’ in the water.

Merry was captured today in the city of Tomohon and was pictured strapped to a flat-bed truck to be taken for medical tests to confirm that he had eaten the body parts

Merry the crocodile will be evacuated to a wildlife rescue center in Bitung district where tests will be carried out on its stomach.

 

Well, crocs are gonna…croc.

Why do we insist on killing animals who, acting out their primal nature, kill people who put themselves in harm’s way by interacting with said animals.  Wild animals pay the price for their nature when confined by our intellectual greed and damning curiosity.

Humans are funny that way.

 

**archive**

Men who lure…

There is a class of men whose mode of reliance upon which to engage females can best be described as “luring.”

For Arturo Martinez, a registered sex offender from Hesperia, California, the reason is self-apparent.

 

Scalp hardware apparently is permanent, or at least too much trouble to remove prior to booking…

 

A registered sex offender was arrested in Hesperia on suspicion of trying to lure women, including a minor, to his home under false pretenses.

Around 1:17 p.m. Thursday, San Bernardino County sheriff’s deputies from Hesperia contacted Arturo Martinez at his home located in the 7600 block of Corona Avenue.

Deputies arrived at his home after receiving numerous complaints from women, including a 17-year-old girl, who said he tried to lure her to his home.

Authorities said Martinez would solicit women through social media and website services using a fake name and disguised his voice by making it sound like a woman’s. He also solicited women through babysitting, cleaning, taxi, real estate and delivery services, authorities said.

 

Amazingly, Martinez chose not to rely on his boyish good looks and Christian demeanor to meet women.

Men like this must “lure.”

But luring is not the default method for dangerous and deadly men only;  the harmless, hapless nerds and incels resort to a mundane sort of “emotional luring” in order to hook unwilling women.  Luring is disingenuous coupling of any sort, but I suppose it can be argued that the entire mating dance and ritual, for both men and women, is built on a foundation of luring.

For some of us, due to innate physical and social disqualifications, the “lure” is more egregious and obvious, bordering on the caricature.

 

Another obese anti-Trump attention whore gets her 15:00 (and a nice visit from the SS).

The stereotypes write themselves. Don’t accuse me of bigotry when Candace Castillo does a bang-up job of perpetuating them all on her own.

I’m only pointing out the obvious in all my blogging splendor.

And the “obvious” are bountiful in the case of a law enforcement visit to her door:  Obese drama queen with a proportionately over-sized sense of self-importance who cloaks her horridness in cosmetics and pose.

You know it, I know it. We have endured it over and over…

 

Upwards, at an angle, tons of petrolcoloring, voila!

 

People like Candace Castillo write their own rules, their own laws, their own codebook.  In this self-encapsulated world of mental masturbation, they are unable to comprehend rudimentary standards of objective reality.

 

Drama Queen clean up on aisle 5…

 

For instance, try this one, Ms. Castillo:  the right to free speech does not protect threats on the President’s life (however thinly-veiled you may argue they are).  One woman’s petty is another man’s threat and threats can’t always be ushered away with food and cosmetics.

But I’m sure such talk breezes quickly through your ears.