Bobbi Kristina Brown And Nick Gordon Are Wonderful Neighbors
Bobbi Kristina Brown and her so-called “adopted brother” turned boyfriend turned fiancĂ© turned boyfriend again have been a thorn shoved deep into their neighbors’ asses for months and I guess it finally caught up with them, because they got kicked out of their apartment in Alpharetta, GA. But just like her mom, Bobbi Kristina didn’t go down without slapping her neighbors with words.
Bobbi Kristina and Nick Gordon’s neighbor Joshua Morse tells 11Alive that he lived above them and they were constantly partying until 5 in the morning and annoying him, his wife and his 1-year-old kid. Joshua tried to work it out with Bobbi Kris and Nick before complaining to management, but they closed their ears to his words and kept being loud bitches. Joshua finally complained to management and complained again and again and again and again. Joshua says that he filed ten different complaints in six months. Bobbi Kris and Nick were eventually evicted, but they had to have the last word and left a letter at Joshua’s door last night.
Here’s the beautiful, touching and not-at-all delusional or entitled letter that Bobbi Kris and Nick allegedly wrote. via Reddit & Gawker
The delusion is so thick that my eyes choked on it. If you scraped all the self-entitlement off of that letter and shaped it into a tooth, it would be big enough to fill Bobbi Kris’ gap.
You know a letter is going to be good when it starts off with, “You are shit at the bottom of our shoe.”
What Bobbi Kris and Nick mean to write was, “You should be honored to have us partying below you until 5 in the morning and waking up your kid at all hours of the night. You’re just jealous that you weren’t born to a successful mother and can spend your days wasting your inheritance away. Just remember that secondhand weed smoke you inhaled came from the mouth of Bobbi Kristina Brown, bitch.”
With all that being said, I still blame Bobby Brown for this. I also blame Bobby Brown for the fact that I ran out of coffee this morning. When in doubt, blame Bobbaaaaaay B.