Alright, let’s gab about this Mackenzie Dern’s boyfriend, or whatever you wanna call him. Folks keep yappin’ about it, so I figured I’d chime in, ya know?
First off, this whole Mackenzie Dern boyfriend thing is a real mess, like a chicken coop after a fox got in. Seems like there’s always some drama going on. I heard tell she was married before, to some fella named Santos. Had a young’un with him, too. Poor little tyke, gettin’ dragged into all this grown-up mess.
- Now, this Santos fella, he’s sayin’ Dern’s new man, this Trocoli guy, is stealin’ his thunder or somethin’. Says Trocoli’s always butting in, makin’ trouble durin’ custody swaps. Sounds like a real piece of work, that one.
- And then there’s this whole belt business. Apparently, Dern got herself a fancy new belt in that Jiu-Jitsu stuff. Good for her, I guess. But some folks are sayin’ her coach just handed it to her, didn’t really earn it. Like gettin’ a blue ribbon at the county fair for a pig you bought from the neighbor.
Then there’s the folks on the internet, always squawkin’ ’bout somethin’. They’re sayin’ this Trocoli fella is lucky to have Dern. Lucky? Hmph. Seems to me he’s got a whole heap of trouble on his hands. A woman with a kid from another fella, all this fightin’ and fussin’… sounds more like a headache than a lucky charm to me.
Dern’s divorce from that Santos fella, that’s another kettle of fish. She’s claimin’ he was violent, mean as a snake. Said he kept followin’ her around, even after they split. That ain’t right. No woman deserves that kind of treatment. Makes you wonder what really went on behind closed doors.
And this Trocoli character? He tried his hand at fightin’ in that Octagon thing, didn’t he? Lost, I hear. Now he’s hitched to Dern. Seems like a whirlwind, like a tornado touchin’ down and stirrin’ everything up. I tell ya, these young folks, they move too fast. No patience, always jumpin’ from one thing to the next.
Some folks on the internet are callin’ Dern an “attention seeker.” Well, maybe she is, maybe she ain’t. But I reckon if you’re a fighter, you gotta get folks to notice ya, right? Otherwise, who’s gonna come watch ya scrap? It’s like sellin’ eggs at the market. You gotta holler a little, let folks know what you got.
I don’t know much about this UFC stuff, or this BJJ either. Sounds like a whole lot of gruntin’ and grapplin’ to me. But I do know a thing or two about people. And from what I can see, this whole Mackenzie Dern boyfriend situation is a tangled-up mess. Too much drama, too much fightin’, too much yappin’ on the internet. Folks need to settle down, raise their kids, and stop airin’ their dirty laundry in public.
You got this woman, divorced, got a kid, fightin’ for a livin’ and findin’ herself a new fella. It’s a lot to handle. And then you got all these other folks chimin’ in, makin’ things worse. It’s like a bunch of hens peckin’ at the same worm, nobody gettin’ anywhere. They all need to just hush up and let folks live their lives.
Honestly, I hope Mackenzie Dern finds some peace. And that little kid of hers, too. They deserve a little quiet, a little happiness. This whole Mackenzie Dern boyfriend saga, it’s just wearin’ me out. I swear, it’s more exhaustin’ than chasin’ a runaway pig through the cornfield.
So, that’s my two cents on this whole hullabaloo. Take it or leave it. I’m just an old woman, but I’ve seen a thing or two in my time. And I know that drama and fightin’ never solved anything. Folks need to be kind to each other, forgive each other, and move on. That’s the only way to find some peace in this crazy world. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I gotta go feed the chickens.
