What would the week be like without everyone’s favorite nut-job drinking too much and going off on twitter? Normally, I look forward to the retard’s ramblings, but yesterday she took it too far. Monica decided to pray to whatever god she worships for my son to die…
She was ridiculed and lost followers due to her rants. This nutjob prays on her twitter everyday for people to die and or get Aids and Cancer.
So here’s this fucking nut job with NO friends…oh wait! Nica Noelle claims they are buddies, which i find odd since Monica is praying for the WHOLE PORN INDUSTRY to DIE and GO AWAY
I have to wonder if ANYONE really likes Monica. I know her family doesn’t. I even question Nica. When Coco Loco decided to start a petition 3 weeks ago against Evasive Angles and TT-Boy, Nica and her crew didnt sign it. Even after Foster said on Twitter if her friends didn’t sign it she was never talking to them again..lol
I’ve seen every person who’s signed this, and out of those 64 people 11 of them are calling Monica names. None of the signees are Nica’s crew. Not once did Nica retweet the petition. Why? No one cares about or likes Monica Foster. The retard who wishes death on kids.
Even better, here is Monica Foster, with over 8000 followers but she can’t get 100 people to sign her petition. Why? She’s a joke, a train-wreck and everyone followers her not cause they like or care about her, they follow cause it;s fun to laugh at her.
My favorite thing is, she accuses me of stalking her, her IP 18.104.22.168:
She logs into my site every single day. Even my stories – look at my times posted, then watch her site. She’s the stalker. Half the time I ignore her. It’s the people around me who reach out, “Hey Sean go look at Coco Locos twitter, shes having a nervous breakdown.” Yes, she’s a joke. Everyone knows it and everyone loves it. I love it. I love to watch her melt down after a box of wine. It’s freaking hilarious. With that being said, wishing death on anyone, especially my kid is where it becomes real to me and gets dealt with in a whole other way…