This is Lindsey.

a haggard out, rewound stickam dater,run down..(ex-lover of justjustin) another former semi big stickam entertainer..(doomed from the get go!) iowa ————— texas long distance e-dating never works itself out in the end.

aside from newly changed named Thomas Michael a.k.a tommy toolshed picking up another gullible, naive slor from the ashes (doing every smart move out of his little stickam play book)

hopefully after he kicks her back from months of dick riding, fluid slurping she will not gain another 69pds from this future disaster!.

live long and prosper!

http://www.stickam.com/asphxiated

http://www.stickam.com/toolshedx

Anyone remember this?

these where the good ol’ days of stickam.

www.Stickam.com/ElliotBen ( he is coming back to stickam soon I heard)

www.Stickam.com/TomyToolshed (Deleted?)

Tomy Toolshed’s girlfriend is BEYOND hideous.  and her voice makes me want to hurt myself badly.

Our devoted readers will recall Tomy Toolshed admitted to committing the crime of statutory rape a year ago.

So it is only fitting, in the Stickam Universe which knows not Justice nor Propriety, that Tomy now serves ice cream to children in the Chicago area.  

For those sick fucks who just Googled “Ice Cream Man Rapist” and have no idea who the hell Tomy Toolshed is, all you need to know is that he boasts of “getting paid pretty good money doing nothing but handing out ice cream to black kids.  I get to be a pedo.”

StickyDrama recommends not drinking the water in whichever government-cheese-eatin neighborhood whose kids are lured by that off-key Pop Goes the Weasel song.  

http://stickam.com/tomytoolshed

You went from a whale to a sloth.

I guess you could call it progress, but who am I to decide that one.

So alot of people are saying that I’m lying about the myspace message to tomy toolshed, well i’m not. I’m not the girl he raped, he will never lay a hand on me, I don’t care if the girl in the message said she wasn’t going to press charges, I already talked to the indiana state police, and they will be contacting tomy very soon. The thing I find ironic is that Tomy has gone through this whole rape shit before, right? Well, why would that girl send tomy a myspace message to HIS MYSPACE?! she obviously knew he was going to be the only one reading it, so therefore I don’t believe she is lying, and why would she waste time out of her day to go and write a short story letter to him about it, alot of peoples parents don’t care who they hang out with, and yah it is kind of her fault in a way for sa ying she was 16, but when a girl says she got RAPED, we have to take the manner very serious, if you guys can find a way to h ack into tomy’s myspace, here is the email, so you can read the message yourself, I use to know his password but he changed it “thomasdelaus@aol.com” his old password use to be toolshed55, if you find out please let me know and write me on my myspace, i’m willing to give you the girls myspace, just please respect her, she’s gone through alot, message me on myspace for more information, it’s time tomy toolshed was brought down.

www.myspace.com/463681044

In regards to your post about Tomy Toolshed.

There are so many things wrong with that post that bothered me I couldn’t just leave it all in a comment. There’s so many things wrong that I don’t even know where to begin.
Let’s start off assuming that the letter the girl wrote is in fact, real & true.
1. If you really liked Tomy & you were really his friend, you wouldn’t try to go and deface him by posting your “rape” post about him.
2. If in fact, that this so called “Johanna Angilee Lamboy” actually exists, it’s kind of fucked up that you kept her real name in the post. I’m sure she’s gone through enough & doesn’t want anymore drama. good job.
3. I do not understand why you want to contact the authorities. Her being raped has nothing to do with you. Haven’t you ever heard of minding your own business? Try it sometime.
4. Even if you did want to contact the police, they can’t do anything because it happened in Mexico. It is up to the Mexican government.
5. Even if you wanted to contact the Mexican government, they can’t do anything either because the age of consent in Mexico is 12. proof

Now, let’s assume that the letter is fake. Reasons it could be fake:
1. No one has talked about Tomy Toolshed in awhile. Publicity stunt?
2. No fourteen year old is possibly capable of writing a letter of that quality.
3. Looks to me as if the letter was an assignment for a class.Notice how every time she referred to Tomy or Brett their names were in all lowercase? You probably just stuck their names where ever it was necessary.Everything else was written properly.
4. Since you used her real name, you could quite possibly dislike her as well as Tomy and decided it would be fun to write a story about them both, using names relevant to Johanna’s life.
5. There’s no proof. Show me some screen shots & then we’ll talk.

moral of the story is: Stop worrying about other people’s lives & start worrying about your own.

I had talked to tomy delaus for about a week,

I started to like him (not such a wise choice),

and then he told me to get on his myspace one day,

you know, since he has no phone/computer of his own.

Well, he told me to read his messages,

and this is what I found, it’s very long, please read

the whole thing, if you want the girls myspace page,

please message me for it.

vv

http://www.myspace.com/463681044

I’m turning tomy into the Indiana State Police.

this girl was 14, tomy was 20, last year, in Cancun, Mexico….

Dear Tomy,
I really wanted to come forth and talk to you about some of the things I’m facing right now in my life. They all are causing me quite a bit of pain (one problem is causing me the most pain I’ve ever felt) and they all seem to follow and/or lead up to you. I want to start by describing the trip to Mexico we took almost a year ago (obviously the place we met).
When the time came were Mexico was right around the corner, I became incredibly excited, feeling like something absolutely amazing was going to happen, little did I know it was going to affect my life in the future in not such a fantastic way. I was really hoping to run into excitement on my trip praying I would find somebody new like a friend or even maybe a guy, mostly because I always thought it would be romantic to meet a guy in another country and kind of fall in love (I know, that stuff only happens in stories). My parents have always been fine with me meeting new people even guys on trips because they always believe things can’t really stay too close when we all go back home; this story became a different case. When I first got there I was excited to find out who this new person was going to be, because no matter what, I always felt like I was bound to meeting somebody new on a trip away from home, mostly because I’m a really out going and friendly person, which I’m sure you came to know. So, the first day went by and I saw people (kids my age I guess), but never really wanted to go and say anything. The second day came and still no luck, until later that evening. I was coming back from the pool with both my parents and the first thing I saw was a beautiful guy standing there, in the lobby with his family. I knew my mom saw you too, because right when I passed you I turned around and smiled at my mom and she gave me that look that said, “I know what you’ve seen kid, don’t worry.” And with that I ran up to my room got changed in whatever I had that was the nicest, grabbed my book and ran back down stairs so I could hopefully get “that boy’s” attention. You were still down there, thank god, and I knew you saw me so that was a bonus for me. I walked over to a bench across from the lobby and began to read, while focusing my eyes on you mostly. I knew you saw and that gave me little shivers up my spine because you were the most gorgeous guy I’d ever seen. I guess your beauty kind of trapped me from that moment on. You then left, I’m guessing you went up to your room, and I was a bit disappointed but I knew I would see you again, soon enough. Well, I went back to my room for a little while but soon went back down with my journal of poetry and my Ipod. Time passed in front of me as I wrote and wrote feeling as if I was in the perfect place at the perfect time. To make it even better, from the corner of my eye, I saw you come up from swimming with, what I guessed to be your family member, and you actually spoke to me. The first words out of your mouth were, “wow, you’re sure out here a lot,” and you gave me a smile that made me go incredibly weak at the knees (which I also thought only happened in stories). I obviously smiled back and gave out a little giggle hoping that wasn’t all you were going to say. But for the time being it was and you walked back to your room. I stayed there, feeling so tickled that you, the most gorgeous guy who I believed ever talked to me, said something directed to me. I put my Ipod back in and began to write again with an extremely huge smile on my face. Soon enough you were back and sat down right next to me, I don’t think I could even begin to tell you how fast my heart was beating. I suppose we began talking asking each other questions like where we were from, who we were with, and the biggest one, how old are you? Well, when you told me you were 20, I thought it was a joke, but I saw the wrist band on you and realized you weren’t kidding because that wrist band was the color informing the waiters you were old enough to drink. My smile faded and I knew you weren’t going to be interested in me when I told you I was only 14. So, I quickly thought up what to do, and I realized the only thing that was left was to raise my age a couple years hoping you could still be somewhat interested if I was 16. I guess you were, at least enough to ask if I wanted to go swimming with you and have dinner with your family. I told you yes, of course, and ran up to my room with the biggest grin on my face, opened the door to my room, and told my parents what was going on. They said I could, under one condition; they could meet you, and your family. So, I walked down to the pool and met you there with my parents right behind. You then introduced me to your family and I introduced you to mine. Your aunt asked me how old I was, and I quickly lied to her just like I did with you. My parents heard what I said and wondered why I did that and soon realized that it was because you were 20 and I was embarrassed. They didn’t really think of it too much at the time, except with understanding minds. They were pleased with your family feeling safe to let me be in their hands for the night. We went swimming and you kept asking me questions, but all I had for an answer was, “I don’t know,” with a little giggle. I honestly don’t know if you thought it was cute or just plain annoying. After some time your parents let us know they were heading back to their rooms to change for dinner so we did the same. As we were walking (your cousin, you, and me) you were telling me how buzzed you were from drinking so much and how you didn’t really feel too great. I felt kind of weird because I wasn’t too into people that drank especially the ones that were lightweights and got into bad moods when they drank, which was exactly what you were. But I looked passed it as best as I could and went back to my room to change. You met me down in the lobby and we walked to the restraunt together talking, as I saw you reminded me of someone. Someone I once loved, that turned the feeling into hatred because he had damaged me so much, I thought he was the one but turned out to be just the opposite which I guess is a good thing in the long run. We got to the place where we were going to eat and you introduced me to even more family members who seemed really nice. We all sat at a table and you seemed so annoyed by everything it really made me feel uncomfortable, and I didn’t feel too good when you and your cousin were fighting. Well, I thanked you all for inviting me to dinner and I walked around by myself for a while, realizing through the tears I was shedding, I couldn’t be with you, or around you. You just seemed like another Brett, and that made me extremely uncomfortable. So, I made myself a promise that I wouldn’t begin anything more with you, that our speaking, our growing friendship had to stop and if I were to see you I would just ignore you as best as I could. Well, I went to bed and in the morning my mom and I were scheduled to go and get a massage at a beautiful hotel. The whole not talking to you worked out great because I wasn’t at our hotel that day and even when we came back in the afternoon I didn’t see you; everything was going perfectly, until after dinner. My parents and I went window-shopping in the little stores within our hotel and that’s when I saw you again. You were standing right at the door while I was looking at something that caught my eye. I looked up at you and every promise I had made the night before popped out of my head. You gave me the cutest smile I had ever seen and I just couldn’t help but feel nothing could possibly go wrong with you, but that was another mistake I made. I ran over to talk to you and you offered to go on a walk around the hotel while we discussed each other’s lives. I told my parents and we walked off with your cousin, bored out of his mind, behind us. We started to get near our lobby, but decided to stop by the pool, and I think that was pretty much all your cousin could really take so he told us goodnight and said he was going back up to the room. As we sat there and talked for what seemed to be hours, you slowly got a part of me I never shared with anyone, I told you slowly how unhappy I really was and you told me things were bad with you too. You told me about your family, your past love interests and pains, then slowly I realized in those few hours talking I felt something for you I have never felt for anyone else, I was falling for you tomy. A
s we approached the topic of your cousin I believe you told me that he had said to you he thought I was cute and you then asked me what I thought of him. Well, of course I knew I wasn’t really interested in your cousin, really only interested in you and so I said, “that really sweet, but I think your cute.” These words floated in my head while I watched a smile spread across your face and I just felt incredibly embarrassed because I thought you would think its just a silly teenage crush you develop on a trip far from home. I guess you didn’t think it as that, because you told me you felt the same, and that just created a giant swarm of butterflies in my stomach as my heart raced to the point were I could’ve sworn you were going to hear it. I guess we began talking even more although I could never really look at you in the eyes, mostly because of excitement or maybe even a lot of guilt, I’m not entirely sure. All I remember next is you pulling my chin up as I was looking at the ground and saying, “why don’t you look at me in the eyes.” As you said this I felt tears come upon me and I had to get up and walk away, its kind of ironic that it started raining the same time I was crying (I don’t think you really noticed I was). And as I stood and walked away you said, “well, here’s something I’ve never done before,” and as you said that I turned around and saw you running towards me. You picked me up and kissed me in the rain; one of the best moments I have ever experienced in my life even to this day I hold it in my mind because it’s something I will never let go. You eventually let me down and things went on such as, sitting down, talking some more, and kissing some more. It got somewhat late so we called it a night and both went back to our rooms.
This next part is were my pain came into place, although I didn’t know what was happening at the time I do now, please listen to what I have to say I realize how you can be tomy and all I need you to do is listen, and listen good to what I, Johanna Angilee Lamboy, has to say (it might become a little hard to read, maybe some what uncomfortable, but bare with me).
The next day we spent together swimming and having a lot of fun, until the afternoon. Something changed within you and I don’t understand what it was honestly. We had kissed and that was enough magic you had put on me but instead you started touching me in ways I had never truly experienced with a boy let alone a man, which is what you were and are. You asked me if I wanted to go up to your room and with that I heard a small voice telling me no. I didn’t really understand why at the time, so I just ignored it as I told you yes. We went up and immediately you grabbed me and started to kiss me in an uncomfortable way, but keep in mind I was only 14 so I didn’t really understand how it was supposed to feel. You kind of pushed me onto your hotel bed and began to take off my top. I didn’t really know what to do tomy, I was a pure girl who had never gone further than making out, but you had changed that in a single moment. I was extremely embarrassed about the whole situation so I covered myself quickly and you asked why. I told you it was because I don’t like my body and you said right back, “no its absolutely beautiful.” I was scared but within that moment you pulled my hands away, not in a violent way, just in a soft movement. You began to do things I never really knew how to react to so I just laid there while you continued to be extremely sexual with me. It all went by so fast and it hurt badly, the things you did and the places you put your hands. I told you to stop, and you asked why and I pointed to my abstinence ring thinking all this was my fault, you seemed to understand so you got up, put on clothes and we went back down to eat. That’s when every conversation became about something sexual. You asked me if I had ever had sex, what I’ve done with other boys, and what I’ve done to them (all really awkward to me). I told you the truth and you seem to be surprised, which didn’t feel right. We spent every moment together on that trip and it was all fun except the parts of fighting and you hurting me physically. That night I remember we went swimming really late and you were trying again to do things to me and I was a little more forceful with you and your response to this was, “I bet if brett was trying to do these things to you, you would let him.” I don’t think you understand how badly that hurt me when you said it, and I know you know my reaction and that was just walking away. We made up that night and I’m glad we did, but somewhat sad it couldn’t have ended there. The next day I don’t exactly remember and the following days after that I’m not sure either. All I remember are the really fun and amazing things we saw and went to together and the one horrible thing you did to me. I guess it was a day or two after our first fight, you took me up to your room and you were so rough with me that it completely scared me. You wouldn’t stop even after I told you, and I was so confused tomy. You started touching me in terrible ways, you pulled your pants down and to be really honest it felt like you were raping me. No, wait let me rephrase, you were. I thought about it and that was what happened in your room, on your bed. Everything after that day seemed to be a simple, mindless blur, except the day I left, I missed you so much and I’m not exactly sure why. You had hurt me physically to the point were I could barely walk, you bruised my lip, and I thought this was entirely my fault. Even with that in mind I still loved you tomy, even as short as we knew each other I felt so close to you and I thought you felt the same.
Well, we both know the story of when we got home, things were off and you mistreated me to be forward. You wanted me to call you more because I wasn’t calling enough and when I started calling, you would never answer and you just didn’t even care, so we stopped talking for a long period of time and when we started back up again you blamed it on me. Well, after thinking about this whole
Mexico situation over and over again I couldn’t take it anymore tomy. I realized what you had done to me, I was back in a love dispute with brett, and I just couldn’t take everyone always being unhappy with me and telling me what I have been doing wrong or what I need to do better. So, I snapped one night and told myself this was it, I told my best friend I loved her but I couldn’t be here anymore and I was going to commit suicide. If it wasn’t for my best friend calling the cops on me, I don’t really know where I would be. To make this section of the story short I was taken away to a hospital for the night and was made to go to therapy. It was okay in the beginning we talked a lot about brett and why he was affecting me so much, but I still had a secret kept up inside me, the one about you and Mexico. In case you were wondering, through therapy I got over brett and met a new guy who was in two of my classes named Mario, he’s a senior at my school. From the beginning he loved me and he’s been the sweetest boy since and the sweetest one I think I’ve ever met. But he also came in at the climax of my life; I knew if I wanted to start going back down I was going to have to tell someone about what had happened, so it was Mario first. He was very supportive about what had happened with you, but couldn’t even bare to think that a girl like me was abused in such a way you did to me. He pushed me into telling my parents and I did. That was one of the hardest moments in my parent’s life. My mother found out one day when we were all at church, I started balling and she just didn’t understand why. I had to tell her and she broke down crying too. When my dad found out he was extremely devastated and began to cry too. After this had happened my mom searched about you on the Internet and she found quite a bit of information about you and another girl. I guess you’ve done this more than once and that’s where my hatred and anger grows more and more for you. Because of this and because of you things haven’t been the same; this burden you’ve laid on my shoulders has been eating me inside and out and has turned my parents into people I don’t really even know anymore. Well, to top this incident off my boyfriend and I became very close and decided we loved each other so much that we wanted to have sex. He showed me how it was supposed to be, unlike the forceful way you decided to throw upon me. Well, my parents found out and weren’t too happy because they blamed you mostly for my decision-making. Before, I was an innocent girl who didn’t want to do this until I was much older. I blamed you too, but now I’m thinking it was my choice and my boyfriends to do the things we did. Maybe not the right time, but it was, after all, our choice. I guess, you did influence me on this subject, but I can’t blame you for everything, can I?
My letter is ending right around here so bare with me just a little longer. I was terribly mad at you since this has happened, I’ve hated you, I’ve begged god to make something bad happen to you so you could suffer just as much as I’m suffering, I have been afraid of you almost to the point were I couldn’t even think of you or I’d want to throw up, I’ve shed tears by the gallon because of you, and I’ve wanted you to burn in hell for all this shit that you’ve done to me. But you know what? I forgive you tomy, that’s why I’m writing this letter to you. I want you to see my pain and I want you to know that I know, my parents know, and im forgiving you. I loved the boy I met in Mexico the one that held me right before I left and told me he loved me, the beautiful man I saw for the first time in the lobby. I miss him, but I have to let go of him, because I’ve realized through this whole ordeal that’s exactly what you wanted me to think you were. Please do not try to contact me after you read this if you choose to do so I will not answer. My parents and I have chosen not to press any charges against you, and I’ve forgiven you for the person you are. I only pray that you will change, that you spare the girls waiting for a horrible pain they will never forget. I love you tomy, but you are out of my head only in my heart I will forgive as the person who simply loved me once upon a trip to Mexico.

Sincerely,
Johanna Lamboy

Seems to me it is similar to a wonderful game of STD GO FISH / Monopoly (This has to be the ONLY GAME IN HISTORY,that you win if you die first). Sounds like something scene kids can do

Here are the rules:

1. You must have an STD to play.
2. You must have/had at least 20k friends on Myspace at one time.
3. You must have been mentioned in a StickyDrama post.
4. You must sleep with the person you pick out randomly from the deck (pictures gives you 100 points | Video gives you + 1000 points) without regret and put them on your top friends and layout.
Then break it off within 2-3 days. (Up to or not including a rant live on stickam, defacing who they are. + 2000 points)
5. You must pass the sloppy seconds to : John Hock, Corey Pattakos, Amor Hilton, Ryan Rohypnol, Dakota Clarke, Tiny Vessels, Tomy Toolshed, Corey Texas, Anthony Vanity, Mike Larsen, October, Cotton Candy Cunt, Kiki Kannibal

Finale: Winner is declared once the first person has visible rashes or just suddenly dies, dying giving the ultimate points.

Original idea inspired by Amor Hilton and Corey Pattakos’s NEW relationship.
Concept and Article by Tomy Toolshed

Kisses + Poison,
Anthony Vanity

As we all know, Tomy and Rylee got kicked out by Rylee’s parents because they fight too much. They are now residing in a hotel. As I was browsing on myspace today I came across some interesting stuff. Take a look.
Rylee was talking to a friend and confirmed that they were in fact staying at a hotel.

First off, Rylee is no longer on Tomy’s top friends.

I thought that she might have deleted her account, but as I looked through his friends she was there. Hmm, Why would he take her off randomly?

But wait; there’s more.
Apparently he’s falling in love with her?
Hmmmmmm.
This just made me LOL a little bit, seeing as how he’s obviously showing the world that he doesn’t care about her and he never comments her back.