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The Toombs of 132 Institute Road hear the truth

By Rosalie Tirella

Finally! The Truth! The awful – but liberating – truth! “J.” had had enough this past Friday night! The Toombs of 132 Institute Road, Worcester, were put in their place by J., the Toombs’ next door neighbor! He finally got so disgusted and freaked and worn down by their weird, perverted, exhibitionist behavior, that he cracked. Had a mini-meltdown – right in the middle of the West Side. This past Friday night J. let go let the Toombs know that he was sick of living next door to them – perverts – perverts who molest each other, exhibit their breasts and genatalia to him, scream “cock sucker” in the middle of their back yard – and in general sexually assault him at every turn.

Truly a night mare.

“Naked! Naked! Naked!” J. screamed at the top of his lungs to his next door neighbors. I’M sick of it! Don’t show me your boobs and cocks – you do this so I see! No more! You disgust me! You do this for me – all your other shades are drawn.

J. was right – all the other blinds and shades of the Toombs’ house are closed/drawn. When they walk around naked in their house – the family on the other side of them can’t see. The same goes for the homeowners at the back of their home. But the huge picture window facing J.’s back door and the attic window that is across from his second floor always remain open. And at night, the lights are on – bright. So they can show J. their boobs and cocks.

All for J. The poor guy.

I have written about “The Boob “- Terry – Theresa – Toombs – and how she folds laundry in her picture window at night, the lights on bright, Terry buck naked. I have written about how Billy junior, their son, was sexually inappropriate with a developmentally disabled person – and got off the hook thanks to a smarty pant lawyer. And Billy senior was put a way for two years for his sexual misdeeds.

How did this clan ever get in the West Side?

Debasing themselves – debasing J.

This is America. People can do what they want to do, and do who they want to do, in the privacy of their homes – as long as it’s between two consenting adults. But people do not have the right to exhibit themselves to their neighbors. Shove their privates into their neighborhs’ faces. DRAW THE BLINDS, you perverts.

J. has been for the past year or so, I believe, showing symptoms of someone who has been sexually abused. By outing his anger, screaming for them to stop, he took control of the situation – the Toombs’ filthy secrets and ways were outed.

For a year or so now, the Toombs have foisted their sick behavior on J. J. gets up at 1:30 in the morning to go to the bathroom. What does he see? Billy senior buck naked in the window facing him, lights on, playing with himself. J. is repulsed.

J. is outside working on his truck, he lifts his head up to change the station on his truck radio and what does he see? Terry – Theresa – Toombs – 61 years old, overweight and with a mouth as big and dirty as her bottom – folding laundry buck naked in her big picture window, all the lights on – boobs a-bouncing – the window only yards away from J.’s truck/J.

J. cannot leave his house without being visually assaulted by these sickos.

Pull the blinds down, you pigs! J. screamed at them Friday night. You perverts! I am so sick of this! Then he added: I plow the driveway [it is a shared one] – you have never lifted a shovel or put down a grain of sand or snow melt! The roof is sagging [they have to share a garage, too], you need to pay for half of the roofing job! The driveway needs repairing!

J. was livid. He was beside himself. I have never seen him so enraged. He is a little guy – but big boned and strong because of his contracting work – so he has a great diaphram. He was bellowing the truth. BELLOWING HIS DISGUST. The entire neighborhood heard him railing against what they have probably only guessed at. But now everyone on Institute Road has been warned.

And as Terry Toombs and Billy senior and their loud mouthed new “boarder” a 30-something broad who leers at J. and who is contantly taking pictures of the driveway whenever I come by, saw and heard how upset J. was this Friday, what did they do? They all smiled, even laughed – and half heartedly denied the charges. Terry said that the last time we both saw her – she was wearing a little pink sports bra and that is OK.

Why are we even tallking about your bra??!!! J. screamed.

The Toombs had accomplished their goal – pulled J. into a sick intimate world. By screaming GO AWAY, J. pushed them back, pulled himself out of the muck that is the Toombs of 132 Institute Road.

When the police came, I asked the cop: What can we do about the boobs in the window, the penis in the window?

The cop said: CALL 911

And 911 will be called.

It will take the police some time to get to 132 Institute Road, and by then the Toombs will have put their boobs and their genetalia back into their sweat pants/shirts and maybe even drawn their blinds. But at least J. will have made the phone call. He will have empowered himself – and created a log – to use in court, if necessary – of the Toombs’ perverted/exhibisionis behavior.

And how they make us all sick.

Toombs update

Update re: the topless Theresa Toombs and her obscene clan.

A few months ago I wrote about Theresa “Terry” Toombs of 132 Institute Road – how she folded her laundry topless – boobs a-bouncing, lights on – infront of her giant picture window to try and “titilate” my guy (and anyone else who happened to be walking by her house). I also wrote about how Terry Toombs and her family scam the social service system – getting thousands of dollars of food, social workers, social services for free. I also mentioned that Terry loved to scream “FUCK!” “Asshole!” and to her husband, Billy, – this little gem: “FUCKIN’ COCKSUCKER!” All the time.

Well, a little publicity does nothing to change some people. A few days ago my guy was trying to get into his car – everyone’s car-door locks had apparently frozen – and as he’s working at his car door – WHAM/SLAM goes the the front door of the Toombs residence. Out their pour out of their house, clambering down their stairs. “YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!!” Teery the Boob Toombs screams – positively screams – at one of her 40-year old “boys” or her husband, Billy, a pathetic sap, if ever there was one. This little gem sprinkled all over their West Side neighborhood just days before Christmas. The entire neighborhood aurally assaulted by Teresa Toombs.

After this little show, my guy said: “They’re low-lifes. They belong in Main South.”

No, Sweetie, the good people of Main South have just rid themselves of the PIP! Why bring in a mini-PIP with the Toombs?

They physically disgust my guy. “She waddles!” he told me. “She doesn’t even walk.”

I know, Sweetie, Terry Toombs does seem subhuman, but you’re stuck with them … .

This year my guy says he will NOT plow these losers out of their house after snowstorms. He and the Toombs have a shared driveway but he parks his car in the street and his truck in the driveway. His big truck will have no problem ramming through the several inches of snow – the Toombs may have to actually lift a shovel or two.

Last year, like the year before,  after evey snowstorm the Toombs just sat in their house looking out their window, waiting for my guy to come home with his plow to  clear the driveway and then – only then – would they go out. They have not so much as lifted a sandbox shovel to move snow. They have not offered to buy a bag of salt or sand or anything.

It is all done for free.

This year, the “low-lifes,” as he calls them, will get no assistance.

Assistance. The word reminds me of last winter, when one of their FREE homemakers came in a snowstorm and got “hung up” on the cement block in front of the house, blocking the shared driveway. I went up to the young Latina woman and tried to help. Couldn’t budge the car. I said: You will have to try to ask the Toombs. She said they wouldn’t help – Billy Toombs – the idiot father has sensitive lungs.

“Bullshit,” I told her.

And the Toombs didn’t  lift a finger for their homemaker. In 20 degree weather. They just watched as this young woman – in scrubs and a little jacket – stood outside and called a towing company. They didn’t even invite her in – their homemaker – to use their phone or to sit down in their warm house and wait for the towing company, maybe while sipping a cup of tea or coffee. To warm up while she waited for road assistance.


Nope. Not a chance.

Assistance. For free! Again! My guy said after the Toombs got their handicappled ramp (which they all walk/run down!) built for FREE by the Worc. Fire Dept., they got the company that was doing street repair in front of their home to come over to their yard to tweak their ramp for them. For free, of course. My guy said they talked with the contractors who were on another project (for the city) and got them to cover the step to their ramp with cement, so the ramp would go straight to the ground – no step. (easier for them to run all over!) My guy said  the cement guys felt sorry for these frauds and did NOT charge them for a good bit of work.

Assistance. The Toombs housesitter just emailed me. Terry the Boob wants an Assistance DOG – FOR FREE. FROM NEADS! For what? my guy said. I have to agree. Last night, there was Terry the boob walking up and down and all around her living room and dining room just fine, carrying Christmas gifts and everything. Why does she need an assistance dog? Apparantly NEADS felt the same way. They said NO to these losers. NEADS is the only social serivce agency that has DENIED these hucksters anything. Good job, NEADS!

Now, says their house sitter, the Toombs hope to get an assistance  dog from a Connecticut agancy. Cost? thousands of dollars. NOTE TO ANY SPECIAL NEEDS DOG FOLKS: DO NOT give these people a wonderful German Shepherd or Golden Retriever. I have seen the Toombs hit their old (now dead) dog Oreo! They will just abuse the dog – the way they abuse each other. Besides, they have 8 cats and the house smells like shit. When my guy did a job for them three years ago, I went inside with him – cat litter boxes filled with cat shit. Disgusting and smelly. Please! No beautiful dogs for the Toombs!

And finally: After the first Toombs story ran in my paper, InCity Times, my guy and I were on the porch and this woman, distraught, comes running up to me yelling: Are you the City Times? (She had apparently read my article on the Toombs)

I told her I was. Then she told me I was right on re: The Toomb and that she was Terry’s long lost sister – that is she hasn’t spoken to Terry and her husband Billy and sons for 15 years. She told us … well, let’s say I am researching this all and will report back. My guy was so upset as he listened to this woman, he made it a point to get me the correct spelling of their name. He found an old bill from when he did that one job for them. “T-O-O-M-B-S,” he told me. “T-O-O-M-B-S.”

And the saga of these low-lifes continues …

It’s Toombs – not Toomes!

In our blog postings below re: the boob-baring/topless (in front of her picture window) and safet-net-system-abusing Theresa (Terry) Toombs, we called her and her clan the “Toomes.” The correct spelling of their last name is Toombs.

I hope the Toombs, who live at 132 Institute Road (Worcester’s West Side), read the Boston Globe’s stories on people who abuse welfare/DET benefits and/or free/reduced-cost services for the disabled/poor. Usually, after a big Globe expose, the politicians at Beacon Hill/the Gov, think about things carefully and CHANGE THE LAWS.

Let’s hope this happens soon.

– Rosalie Tirella