Daily Bonnie Combs


This website is a collection of screen caps, stories, emails, pictures and other evidence that proves Bonnie Combs aka Christine Armstrong, Chretienne Ouelette, Jamie Vaughn, Lady / Pixie Maguire (June 14, 1980) from Tulsa, Oklahoma does not have a clean slate and is not who she claims to be online.

The content on this weblog is the opinion of it’s owner only and not necessarily fact. Said content will not be altered, removed or password protected for any reason whatsoever.

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Other Locations:

Wordpress
Blogspot #1
Tumblr #1
Blogspot #2
ED Page
Twitter
Flickr Album
Photobucket Album

Noteworthy Entries:

  • Bonnie Combs - Twitter Threats & Defamation
  • Bonnie Combs Goes off the Rails on Twitter
  • Bonnie Combs - Exposed & Humiliated on Twitter
  • Bonnie Combs is a Sad and Pathetic Liar (Stolen Photos)
  • Bonnie Combs Threatens to Murder Krystal AGAIN!!!
  • More Proof
  • Bonnie Combs IS Chretienne Ouelette / Jamie Vaughn / Pixie Maguire / Christine Armstrong
  • Bonnie Combs - Psychotic Twitter Behaviour
  • Bonnie Combs Visited by the Tulsa Police 02/12/2013
  • Deletion of BonnieCombs.com
  • Bonnie Combs - Tulsa, Oklahoma - Impersonating an Employee of OSU (Oklahoma State University - Centre for Health Sciences)
  • Thousands of Accounts - Here's Just the Tip of the Icecap
  • Why This Website Exists
  • Bonnie Combs Impersonating her Relative Misty Combs: EXPOSED!
  • Bonnie M. Combs Impersonating Misty Combs!
  • Bonnie Combs - Tulsa Terrorist and Psychopath - Lives at 2337 w 47th street in Tulsa, Oklahoma
  • Bonnie Combs - IP and ISP Information
  • Bonnie Combs - Proof - Round One
  • Bonnie Combs - Proof - Round Two
  • Comatised.com - Lies, Attention Seeking and Non-Stop Bullshit

    Bonnie Combs, the Tulsa sociopath and child predator, wrote yet another retarded entry full of lies, attention seeking and non-stop bullshit at comatised.com We decided to post it here for all to laugh at complete with our corrections because we know how much ya’ll love that!

    Not only am I not going to a New Year’s party, not going to get drunk off my ass, but I’m also changing the theme here.

    I feel shaky thinking about lying about getting drunk tonight and not seeing some friends because I don’t have any. But I don’t have the love of Dennis and my friends behind me because Dennis doesn’t exist and I’m a fat lard with no friends outside of my retarded imagination.

    Dennis didn’t write wrote and put together a new love song for me because he doesn’t exist outside of my psychotic imagination. I am not a very happy, very lucky, very much in love, person.


    Much more accurate.