🪦 Deceased Julie Terryberry - Canadian Autist Living in a Shed II

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Julie has been planning this salad for like two days. On the 17th she was all upset over the only dressing in the house belonging to Nikki
 
Julie has been planning this salad for like two days. On the 17th she was all upset over the only dressing in the house belonging to Nikki

I imagine she's the type that ruins a good salad by drowning it in enough dressing to cover the taste of pretty much all the ingredients.
 
No chopping board. She puts the cheese directly on the bench.

It appears that Julay even lacks a basic knowledge of food preparation and hygiene.

Please Julay, get yourself sterilized. You have no business having children or pets in your care. You will likely do no good in the world but at the least you can reduce the suffering you can cause by getting yourself "fixed"; this would make HaShem, Jesus and Buddha happy.
 
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There was a chopping board, she just didn't use it (and never has, by the looks of the counter). And I have no doubt she left the counter in that state for Grans to clean up
 
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There was a chopping board, she just didn't use it (and never has, by the looks of the counter). And I have no doubt she left the counter in that state for Grans to clean up
Everything in there is so damn thickly cut too..so little effort put in.
 
Ew She's cutting it up right beside the sink.
Julie you need to take a food handling course asap.
 
So let's get this timeline: It took Julie 48 hours to plan to make a salad, during which time she had a fit when she was faced with possibly having figure out where and how to buy salad dressing; god knows how long to figure out how to cut veg; add on time for her staring at and possibly yelling at the cheese for not making sense to her; and she used the cutting board to place the bowl on and the counter - in a probably less than sterile state - as a cutting surface, which is now scoured with knife marks.

So in addition to the 48 hour planning process, it probably took her 2+ hours to 'cook' her dinner, and she destroyed the countertop in the process, which will need to be replaced at some point lest bacteria and water get trapped under the surface cuts she made. None of this included actually going to the store, looking at the food available, choosing it, purchasing the items, and getting back home - because if those steps were included, it would go beyond her abilities no matter how much time she had to prepare.

This person is fertile and fucks a dude who wants her pregnant.
 
Every now and then I think about what it must be like to be Julie's grandmother. Seriously, what would I do if I walked into the kitchen and discovered that my granddaughter had destroyed my kitchen countertops cutting vegetables when there was a cutting board right there in front of her?

What would I do if my granddaughter was camming in my house, shoving all manner of things into all manner of holes, and using her iPad to record as she washes her pimply ass? What would I do if my granddaughter was stupid enough to potentially give my address out to fans of her caked-up dildo shows?

What would I do if I walked down the hall and could hear a violent, sexually degenerate man who claims he's a woman and cheats the welfare system giving it to my granddaughter but good? What would I do when that granddaughter shows herself the next morning and smells like cum and feces and is covered in bite marks?

What I do when my every effort to feed and shelter that grandmother is met with confusion at best and mostly with open hostility?

I really want to send that old woman some flowers. Her life is grim and macabre.
 
Every now and then I think about what it must be like to be Julie's grandmother. Seriously, what would I do if I walked into the kitchen and discovered that my granddaughter had destroyed my kitchen countertops cutting vegetables when there was a cutting board right there in front of her?

What would I do if my granddaughter was camming in my house, shoving all manner of things into all manner of holes, and using her iPad to record as she washes her pimply ass? What would I do if my granddaughter was stupid enough to potentially give my address out to fans of her caked-up dildo shows?

What would I do if I walked down the hall and could hear a violent, sexually degenerate man who claims he's a woman and cheats the welfare system giving it to my granddaughter but good? What would I do when that granddaughter shows herself the next morning and smells like cum and feces and is covered in bite marks?

What I do when my every effort to feed and shelter that grandmother is met with confusion at best and mostly with open hostility?

I really want to send that old woman some flowers. Her life is grim and macabre.
At best she's a spineless enabler. At worst she's as mentally unstable and impaired as Julie. I have no fucking sympathy for her. She has a duty of care to her granddaughter and instead she's remorselessly feeding the girl to monster. Any money you like that when one of Julie's predators comes prowling around, the loving Nan hums happily and folds laundry while she thinks about how wonderful she is that she's giving her granddaughter the best care and support that anyone ever could.

Duty. Of. Care.

Grandmother is culpable.
 
Don't worry, it's only 400g of cheese. No idea why she'd buy the huge tub instead of the regular one, it's not like she's feeding a family.

To the people sperging about jobs that pick you up - they exist, but they're day labour on farms, aka HARD WORK IN THE HOT, HOT SUN. They don't usually bring meatsacks like Julie with them.
. . .God, this is a girl that requires written reminders to shower. Can you imagine the smell after ten minutes in the fields?

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There was a chopping board, she just didn't use it (and never has, by the looks of the counter). And I have no doubt she left the counter in that state for Grans to clean up
How do you fuck up a salad. HOW.

Oh my God, Julie.

Self-harm can cause the brain to flood with endorphins, which numbs pain & provides relief from emotional distress.

That's why it doesn't hurt.

It's still self-harm, you insufferable twat.
 
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There was a chopping board, she just didn't use it (and never has, by the looks of the counter). And I have no doubt she left the counter in that state for Grans to clean up
... why is there an open tub of margarine if all she made was a salad? I'm just going to hope there is an unpictured piece of bread somewhere.
 
It appears that Julay even lacks a basic knowledge of ... hygiene.
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That is the nastiest fucking salad I've ever seen. The cucumbers are cut too thick, the tomatoes are cut too small, she put too much cheese on it, then she slathered the entire thing in waaaay too much dressing.

Even worse, notice how limp the lettuce is? Washing lettuce doesn't just clean the lettuce; it also allows the lettuce to absorb some water, which refreshes the lettuce and makes it crisp. I'm willing to bet Julay didn't wash those veggies before she used them.
 
... why is there an open tub of margarine if all she made was a salad? I'm just going to hope there is an unpictured piece of bread somewhere.

It kind of looks to me looks to be like they might just leave it out like some people do with a stick of butter... But usually that is, y'know, covered. Then again maybe having to always remove the lid sent her into a tard rage.
I really hope she didn't use it on her salad.
 
It took her 2 days to plan it. Ugh isn't salad something you should be making on a regular basis?
It's really sad to see an adult* who can't even cook (cooking (If you can call making a salad cooking ) for yourself is something you should do twice a day Julie....seriously....)

It's as basic as showering. (cooking at a sufficient level for basic human consumption )
 
cooking (If you can call making a salad cooking ) for yourself is something you should do twice a day Julie....seriously....)
Making a salad isn't cooking; it's food preparation at its most basic.

Cooking can be difficult. It requires knowing the correct temperature to use; it requires knowing your food's "doneness"; it requires knowing when to add different ingredients so they all end up cooked at the same time. I get it.

But food preparation is something that any moderately functioning* human should be able to do. You pour cereal into a bowl and add milk. Bing! You take lunchmeat and put it on a slice of bread, throw a slice of cheese on top, then another slice of bread. Bang! You take a bunch of vegetables, cut them up, throw them in a bowl, and add a bit of dressing. Boom!

If performing these sorts of activities is that difficult and/or requires that much planning, then Julay may really need to be placed in some sort of a group home.

*Well, except for Julie, apparently.
 
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