Well, I think that cracker realized she was acting like the Cash me outside, how bow da! embarrassment when I screenshot her 8 hours of lunacy and decided to “make her famous” on the world-wide-web. Ewww. I feel sorry for her actually, even more sorry for Daniel Brewer after I post this.
At around 11AM, this insecure nut, Danielle Trudeau from Nashua, NH decides that I need to know about her crazy ass. She did it by cyber-stalking me. (This same cracker sent me a friend request last October, and then deleted it — yeah, I remember you, psycho.)
This clown felt insecure about her relationship with Brewer (a 5’6″ Army pog) who goes around reliving his “glory days” of being a CBRN officer who did a short (haha) stint with the 2ndBN Ranger Regiment — he was a Chemicals guy with a bunch of grunts… basically on staff duty, being sent to make paper copies.
Now, why am I being so “mean”?
Well, because Brewer actually called my guy’s CO trying to cause trouble like 6 months after we broke up (LOSER!!!) — and because now he’s found a nut who he can couple-stalk together with. That’s love, stalking your ex as a couple (hooray, go high-five each other in the face).
So Brewer got stationed in Fort Hood, with the 181st Chemical Co., but after only 5 months, he loses his company command because he was being investigated for fraternizing with an enlisted female soldier under his command. (He’s not the brightest bulb.) I supposed that’s when he decided to try to make everyone else miserable too, because he’s just a miserable person like that.
Obviously, he couldn’t stop talking (and obsessing?) about me when he hooked up with an enlisted female juvenile delinquent, who has nothing better to do with her life than stalk and obsess about me (I am flatter though).
Trudeau spent a good part of 8 hours trying to convince me how happy she is, how much Brewer loves her, and that she’s not a demented stalker. Some of the highlights of that 8 hours: she loves choking on his short dick (there was actually a moment when she tried to convince me it was “big”, hahaha); her “pussy is the bomb” (my friends now refer to her as the bomb-pussy-psycho; we also call her Shanay, that’s her I’m-white-but-act-black name); with her HS diploma she talks about me being a “lame teacher” (I guess the hate is real, when you no longer get spring break as an adult)… I just about died when she talked about her online clown degree, do you get an A+ just for logging on?
Other notes of amusement and bewilderment into the mental instability and emotionally unstable mind of this nut, riding on a one-way ticket to destination Crazy Town: she stalked my ex, she stalked my guy, she claim her “BFF” saw me at Walmart and took a picture (restraining order?); she threatened to tell my principal I had sex with a student; oh… and the best, her imaginary ring that doesn’t exist.
She started the crazy with claiming to be Brewer’s fiancee (hahaha); and then claiming her ring in her demented mind is so much better than mine (well, that $2,500 junk Brewer got me was a sad looking thing — which is why I’m rocking a $6,000 diamond now instead); I actually felt sorry for her annoying juvenile ass. She felt so jealous of me that she gave herself an imaginary ring to convince me of a title she doesn’t even have.
The thing about the military is… it’s a small, small world.
I’m happy you, Trudeau, an E-4 unit supply specialist, felt you hit the jackpot when you were able to crawl your way into the bed of Brewer. I’m sorry you haven’t the success in life to get a man who didn’t lose a career in the Army, for fraternizing — and ended up with you, a junior enlisted juvenile (apparently he didn’t learn his lesson after losing his career).
I’m glad he “loves” your tits and ass. I wonder if your mom would be ashamed of you valuing yourself to whether a short guy loves your tits and ass? — but maybe your mother was never around to show you not to make a fool out of yourself? I’m happy you’re “the best thing to ever happen to him”, because that must have been a real shitty life if the best thing a man can get is a woman with no accomplishments of her own (Brewer is a nice guy, but I think you should claw your way to the bed of a man who doesn’t need to pay you to sleep with him).
Good luck on one day getting a real ring, instead of your make belief life… I’m sorry you feel so threaten by me.
P/S. For those of you interested in the melodramatic saga of Daniel Brewer and his obsession, here is his info (next time, you’ll learn to keep your juvenile delinquent from being a stalker and disrupting my life when I’m trying to make wedding plans with a man who is tall enough to reach the top of the fridge — be thankful I don’t upload that picture of you with your leather sex mask on).
Make sure to check out this clown’s Facebook profile
When dealing with lunatics, you just have to beat them at their own game — keep on stalking, looney toons!