Tony Church Reports: RAMIRO LEON JR. is a ritchie.
The first thing one has to know about Ramiro Leon Jr. is he is a certified leech. He attaches himself financially to those who are unsuspecting, using good will and friendship as a mask to his financial preditorship. He was supposed to be a good friend to Kristie and I and that was the case until he moved in with us for a period of ten months. Throughout this time he committed a number of offenses against decency. Here is the list 1. He spent the first 3 months unemployed running up a conservative debt of 900.00. 2. He was the worst smelling human being I have ever had the misfortune to come across, I'm referring to his practice of one shower a week and living in a sea of filth. 3. This fucker ate my food!!! He didn't pay any bills and had the balls to eat the stuff I bought. 4. He failed to reimburse or compensate for his debt after he became pathetically employed at Montgomery Wards. 5. He broke our furniture--Lay off my food bitch--the furniture's feeling it! 6. He thinks he's a Pimp 7. Failed to keep up his end of obligations around the apartment--Fat bitch never washed a dish. 8. Apartment had one assigned parking spot which should have gone to Kristie--He'd race her home so his fatass didn't have to walk an additional 100 feet.--Complained like the bitchass he is--behind our backs--that "it was his apartment too and he should be able to use the spot" SHUT YO BITCHASS MOUTH-PUSSY! 9. He stunk up the bathroom like nothing else (one time was because we put fish bacteria in his food!) 10. He is a chronic liar (In every aspect of the concept) An illustration--one of literally a thousand is required. Okay, he owes somewhere in the neighborhood of a LOT of money to credit cards and we moved from Aurora, IL to Topeka, KS. He brought his hoo ride 90' Chrysler Lebarron w/ three and 3/4 of the speakers blown out along. Unfortunately for him he failed to make payments on the car during the time he lived in Topeka, about ten months. One day I noticed his car was missing from the parking lot of our apartment complex, and he was home. I said, "where is your car?" His reply was and elaborate response. He said " I was at a party and I got drunk, I loaned the keys to this guy and he wrecked it on the highway. He went into great detail on the shape the car was in and how the accident had occurred. He said the accident occurred when the guy was getting on an on ramp and a semi-truck hadn't seen him. In an effort to avoid a collision with the impeding truck the guy turned the wheel violently to the right and the car did a 360 in to a cement divider. He expressed his anger at the situation, and said he was going to confront the driver of the car-although he wasn't sure of who the guy was he just knew his name was "Matt." He told me the airbag had deployed and the hood was bent upwards. He told me the radiator was bent and exposed because the bumper had been ripped from the car. He aid the passenger side was destroyed because it had been dragged across the median, the wind shield was cracked and the axle was bent--he went on for some time. I, still being somewhat naive to his compulsively deceptive nature, showed some sympathy. A week or two went by and things started to seem strange to me, he showed a lack of concern for the situation. I kept asking about it and he told me that his insurance was going to give him a check for the car for 2,000.00 over the value of the car. He also told me that he saw the marks the car made against the cement median of the highway. This is my conclusion, the guy is either a very creative deviant, compulsive, falsifier or he'd taken a hit of LSD before recounting this story to me because it was all a hallucination! I was going through his shit looking for something to steal (he owed me some serious loot and didn't seem concerned about it so I took things into my own hands) when I found a repossession notice issued by his bank stating the car had been repossessed due to nonpayment two weeks prior. WHAT A LYING FATASS BITCH!!!! This is what I did after that. On every occasion I got I'd ask him about the status of the car in an effort to make him elaborate on his lie some more. He did so. I learned all kinds of new information on the situation. The day we threw his ass out, and I'll tell you a little about that in a minute, we threw his keys at him and told him that we knew he wouldn't need them because we knew all along the car had been repossessed. He was with two of his friends and got this dumbass look of embarrassment on his fat face, and just stood there looking awkwardly at the ground. I'll cut this short, but this part is a must. How did we retaliate against his constant acts of disrespect? I'll tell you, I told him he had to move out he lied and said he was going to move in with some bitch from Montgomery Wards. He wouldn't pack his shit, I asked him to move out four more times. He didn't listen to my warnings. I gave him one last chance on a Saturday. He went out drinking that night. We had some friends staying over from IL and they helped us take the door off his room ( he was very sensitive about his privacy) and we VERY ROUGHLY threw all his shit in boxes. He had to work the next day. He came home that night and asked me where his door was, I told him I didn't know what he was talking about. He went to work the next morning and we went to work. We lived on the third floor of an apartment building and there was a cement area outside of his bedroom window (three floors down) with decorative rocks covering. We popped the screen out of his window and began throwing his shit out the window!! Everything! picture frames, stereo, clothes, his bed!, all his various shit possessions, most everything glass broke--including his cologne which broke on his photo album. When we were picking up his clothes--and I have video proof of this allegation--there were two pairs of the worst shit stained underwear I have ever seen in my entire life!! We were all thoroughly disgusted! We also wrote "molester" on the frame of his bed and on all of the boxes we had put his stuff in. We drew mustaches on the prom pictures of him and AMY (the girl SPB attached to a Faygo bottle!!!) The mustache was drawn on her of course. And now my friends, I called that motherfucker's bluff. I knew he didn't have this lady's permission to move into her house as he had told me he did, but I knew where she lived and I knew she was at work with him, so we took all of his stuff over to her house and deposited it in her front yard!!! I, wearing thick rubber gloves of course, attached the two pairs of shit stained underwear to this lady's railing outside her front door. When the deed was done we gave them both a call at work and let them know what we had done. What you should know about this is that we kept his tv and his vcr in partial payment for the 1300.00 bill he ran up while living with us. He came back later that night with two of his gay friends and demanded his tv and vcr!!! --What?!!! We told him to go fuck himself and he called the cops. We still watch that tv to this day! Also a humorous note--that lady he was supposed to move his fat ass in with didn't know anything about it!! He was lying once again--At this point he was homeless and everything he owned was moved from this bitches front yard to her back yard. The rain poured that night and he had cheap compressed wood furniture which was warped and destroyed in the rain--The fatass bitch with nowhere else to go somehow made it back to Aurora, IL. FUCK YOU MUDDAFUKA!!!!!!!!!! --THANKS TO SPB FOR POSTING THIS AND FOR HIS CREATIVITY WITH RESPECT TO THE PICTURES!!!