From the “I Can Dish It Out, But I Sure Can’t Take It” department, we have this.
Okay, so we got mail at the shop and my daughter is opening my packages because we’ve been ordering stuff on Amazon. So she opens this package, my daughter did, mind you, opens this package and says, What the heck – a whole bunch of glitter.
So I thought, okay this is a gag gift, let me guess, it’s from the psycho-stalkers.
So, I grabbed the item, which is a trophy, here, that says, You Tried.
And. . . this.
Shows certificate, which reads “Certificate of Participation awarded to Naugler’s for The Long Game. Good luck in your future endeavors. You’ll need it.”
And glitter, all over my floor, you can see it.
They started to sweep it up and I told them to wait til I took a video.
This is the, one example of the stalking and harassment from these fricking psychotic people that needs to stop. It needs to friggin’ stop. I don’t know why Al Wilson and Debra Fricking Whitehouse and Lisa Luthi and Sally Davis and all their stupid minions just won’t leave my family alone, but they need to leave my family alone.
And yes, I am calling the police over this, because it doesn’t need to be happening, especially when my children are involved. This is. . . I can’t tell you how livid I am right now. You fucking assholes.
It’s nigh unto impossible to catch the fury in her voice just by reading this transcript. The video is here.
Here’s what I want to know.
How is this even slightly different from the phony, silly cease-and-desist letter than Nicole sent to me? How about the stupid phone calls that she’s made, not only to Lisa (twice), to Al’s employer (numerous times), to Teresa’s supposed employer (about seven or eight of them), but also to my husband who has nothing to do with any of this? What about the fake “Lisa is drunk and CPS needs to check on her” call Nicole made which sent the Louisville police out to Lisa’s house? How about the whole publishing my address online thing and trying to send people to my house? How about the contacting family members thing? All that stuff is okay, I suppose.
But somebody sends her a completely harmless gag gift from a site that specifically does these gags, which is totally legal (including the glitter bomb), addressed to Nicole herself, and she’s having a hissy fit.
Well, you know what they say about turnabout. . .
Oh, good grief, Nicole. Just do it, already. Really, just do it. Find a lawyer and do it. Oh, I guess that’s a problem, isn’t it? Can’t find one, can you, and can’t pay one even if you can find one. You’re going to have to prove those links, you know. You can’t because they are all in your little head.
Notice what the woman is claiming. She says that somebody has been “using fake accounts to threaten her and make inappropriate comments about her family.” I have no idea what “inappropriate comments” might be—that’s anyone’s guess, and “I don’t think you educate your kids” isn’t one of them —but “threaten” has a specific meaning. Please produce something showing where anyone at all has ever threatened you, Nicole. You’ve been asked in court to do this before and you couldn’t.
Let me explain how you can know for certain that neither Al, nor Deb, nor I, nor Lisa did this. There are two major reasons. First, if we had something we wanted to say to you, like “I think you’re a dumb shit,” all four of us would simply say it. Easy. You’d know it. Second, if Al or Lisa or I filled out some online form, we wouldn’t have written Naugler’s. The apostrophe is incorrect. Debra might have made the grammar error, but she didn’t do it. She’s too busy making soap and running the real Blessed Little Grooming Company, LLC.
Oh, by the way, Nicole, I think you’re a dumb shit.