Amberlynn Reid - 600 pound pathological liar and U-Haul lesbian moving in with her next live-in maid/nurse/girlfriend.

Are you looking forward to seeing Jade's face on camera?

  • Yes

    Votes: 551 15.6%
  • No

    Votes: 349 9.9%
  • I don't care

    Votes: 2,622 74.4%

  • Total voters
    3,522
Maybe everyone overestimated just how much E&R disliked Amber. Ricky was the only one who showed signs consistently of disliking her. Eric was more passive. We did get some fun moments of them, mostly Ricky, "throwing shade" at her, but it was never too overt. Whilst they probably aren't "amazeen" friends, they can obviously tolerate Amber enough to have her and her new butler hang about for more than one day, and she won't be paying them money directly if money is involved, just buying them food etc. whilst out. And I see no excuse for that, E&R are both employed now. I think these two just don't care or give it too much thought. If they did, they'd not be on very good terms with ALR after how she treated Becky. Don't give them too much credit, especially Muppet.
 
The only thing I don't understand about that theory is that Ricky works right? He was the only one that did.

Why is HE comfortable being paid for? He didn't even like Hambo buying him gifts, it made him visibly uncomfortable. Is he doing this just for Eric's sake?
If so, grow some fucking balls Ricky. You were the only tolerable person within the Hamberverse and you're ruining that goodwill.

No amount of money (spent on me or loved ones) could convince me to hang out with somebody I didn't like, especially if that person is a nasty narc with bad hygiene.

E - Ah I didn't quote, I'm referring to the comments about them solely being friendly for money and free shit.
 
Heeeeere's Hamber!

"GOING TO A FESTIVAL!!! | VLOG", May 26, 2022

A festival?!?!?! I love festivals! What kind of festival is Big Ham venturing out to in this vlog? Art show? She is an accomplished artist, as we all know, so maybe she's heading off to support her fellow artists? Is it a film festival? She's a movie lover, and we know she isn't stuck in just the 90s movie era. Her videos show just how knowledgeable she is about filmmaking! Oh, maybe it's a book festival! She is a writer of note, puting out both prose and poetry that has been so well received. She could probably give tips to all of the authors attending the event, because she's so giving. She would likely even be offered a spot on the various panels that are put on, because she's so articulate about the state of book publishing, reviews, and writing.

She's so very talented in so many fields, and so intellectually curious about the world and the people who inhabit it, I'm sure it will be fun and educational, as she is so well suited for such things.

Before we get to that, though...

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JFC on a pogo stick! OKokokokok. Deep breath. This is SO out of character for her!

OK, enough of that shit. Let's return to reality here. Big Ham claims that she slept in her clothes and makeup and earrings, and she says it's fine sleeping in her makeup. No. No, it isn't. But you do you, Hamber. She also says they weren't going to spend the night at Eric & Ricky's, but they (the boys) asked, so they (her and the "gf") did. Really, LiarLynn? You need to hire someone to walk around behind you and remember your lies for you.

Cued.

Why the fuck they spend time with you, much less let you crash at their place is beyond me. But whatever, I guess if you're paying for everything every couple of weekends, that's more important to them than staying away from your utter uselessness and toxicity. I see those terrible looking fake eyelashes are back. You look like you had two spiders crawl up on you and die because you can't be bothered to take that crap you've troweled onto your face off before you collapse into bed because you had to walk more than 50 feet.

Speaking of sleeping in makeup and clothes, it just occurred to me there's more evidence right there that Big Ham and her "gf" are not having all this supposed mindblowing sex: Spamber has said in a previous video that she has a "bad habit" of sleeping in her makeup and clothes. When I sleep with my partner, it's usually in the buff. If it isn't, then some jammies, or just underwear. You get the idea. I don't sleep in full on daytime mode as if I'm going to have to jump up, do a quick wash and comb of the hair and be out the door in less than two minutes. You're just fucking lazy. Wipe that shit off your face, properly store your earrings somewhere, and don't sleep in the smelly, dirty clothes you wore around all day and that you ate and drank in all night - because I don't buy that "not alcohol!" disclaimer when you were stopping to buy drinks because you "don't like" eating other peoples' food and "drinking their drinks" because that's straight up Big Ham bullshit. I guarantee you that if Eric and Ricky ate as shittily as she does and mainlined diet coke as she does, she would have zero qualms about it.

Now where were we? Right. She isn't sure what they have planned for the day, but thinks Eric wants to go to a food truck festival, since he missed it last year. Well, I do love good food trucks, so the lack of the art world endeavors is fine. I'm sure when Hamber and the "gf" move, it will be to a place where she can find those fine art festivals and go to walk around and participate. For now, she thinks a food truck festival is "weird and random". No, you cunty retard, it is not "weird and random" just because (surprisingly) your antarctic ice shelf sized ass has never had anything from a food truck. Food trucks can be glorious, but my guess is, you're not going to appreciate any of it, due to two factors: one, the walking. Yes, they're not providing scootypuffs so you don't have to put your dainty hooves on the ground. Two: I'll wager you don't try ANYthing except some boring shit you eat on a regular basis, because everything scurrs you or makes you nervous. Let's hit play and see how right I am.

Cut to Big Ham obviously in a car. "It looks like we're in the forest!" she says, as they drive through a forest. Thanks for that stunning observation, Captain ObviousLynn.

Still in the car, but the car is parked now. More fucking scratch off lottery bullshit. Do you know what these lotteries are? They're taxes on poor people and designed for idiots who can't do statistics. Go open a self-directed brokerage account at someplace like eTrade, make sure it's a dividend reinvestment (DRIP) account, put that money into the S&P index stock, and then continue to add money to it. In fact, every time you want to impulsively buy something stupid that you don't need and will never use - like a six thousand fucking dollar bed - put that money into the market instead, and leave it there. Eight to ten percent return on average, year in and year out. It's steady and boring, which is the best way to generate wealth. You're welcome.

Another thing that bugs me, and not solely when watching Hamber's videos: when whoever is making the video says, "If you hear X, that's just Y, don't worry about that." or "Sorry about the wind/rain/fog/other natural things that the person can't control." Stop fucking apologizing for ambient shit. You're in a car, in the south, in the summer. We get it, the a/c is going to be on.

Hamber and the "gf" finish scratching off their shit, and the "gf" has a ten buck win. Congrats. You're now only out five dollars (maybe ten, if the "gf" bought two of these things in the previous video instead of just the one for Big Ham), since the tickets themselves are five bucks apiece. I'm sure Big Ham, with her "So we got our money back." didn't give a single thought to the last round, where they won nothing. Whatever. Moving on.

Yay, food truck festival! According to a lookup, this was the last weekend in April. We are a month behind current time. Peachy.

Best director nomineee Hamber films herself and the "gf" walking. Just their feet, though. Spamber's feet alternately play peek-a-boo with the camera. Each foot appears from under her fupa and then disappears behind it with each step. When the camera comes back up from staring at the ground, it's to focus on a woman who looks a lot like Rafe. Finally, at this food festival, we get a shot of some food! And it is....french fries. Loaded fries for the "gf" and plain for Big Ham, who then points the camera at her face as she pulls a fry into her maw. And that's it. That's it? She spent more fucking time showing the two of them scratching bullshit lottery tickets than anything at the festival. YOUR TITLE IS A LIE AND CLICKBAIT, BITCH. Fifteen second of the "Going to a festival!!!!" in a nine minute vlog. I wonder if anyone is going to report this. I wouldn't be surprised if they did.

Anyway, they're back to the luxury apartment type deal. She has some kind of stain on her shirt. Probably whatever greasy ass takeout you picked up on the way home from that food truck festival, Fatty. And STOP FUCKING SAYING MA'AM you fucking stupid cow. The entire point of having a catchphrase is that you don't pound it into the fucking ground. Its use is to delineate something that is out of the usual from your typical life or vlog. The way you use whatever catchphrase du jour you pick up from whatever "other youtuber" is your goddamned favorite at the moment makes it lose the punch it gives to those situations (note the proper use of "situations" here). And on that note: bloopers go at the END of the fucking film. Moving on.

Big Ham claims she's just had the greatest days lately. Then a smooth segue into DoctorLynn Medicine Woman telling us that she gets cold sore "every year, for the most part". It almost seems like you don't understand the meaning of "every year" when you say "for the most part", WriterLynn. She says that "when she feels one coming in" - which you cannot do, stupid, because there's no way you can distinguish any tingling or itchiness around your lips being from a potential cold sore, the various allergies you claim to have, or whatever food you last shoved in your face becausee you don't use napkins like a civilized person - she daubs her lips with rubbing alcohol. She "feels" like this stops old sores sometimes. No, you idiot, it just means exactly what i just said: it wasn't a cold sore, it was some other damage your body has. The only thing you're doing is dryingout your lips and skin, which adds to the tingling and itching.

Oh, goody, she's into the young Living essential oils bullshit, claiming Thieves Oil would stop them. Fuck off. And if the "gf" drags her into that MLM shit as yet another idiotic thing to try to make money, she deserves to lose every penny she puts in and more. Here's a thought for you, Fatty, and for your grifting "gf": DO YOUR FUCKING PRIMARY JOB PROPERLY. Then you wouldn't need to be concerned about getting views and the resulting ad revenue checks.

Great, more shit from Amazon that they don't need. What is it this time? Plastic containers to put lotion and hand soap in. Big Ham is confused. "Wait. So we have any stickers, like to write on?" You mean blank labels, you balloon-headed moron?The product says it comes with them. Maybe if you were a bit more thorough, instead of in a rush to show off plastic shit you're going to use to hold products that a) are already in plastic containers and b) already have labels on them, you'd find the labels for these plastic "aesthetic" containers. She finally found them, and she has now created twice the waste than she would have had she just left the fucking products in the containers they came in.

Now, a brief interlude to ask who in that luxury apartment is smoking.

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American Spirit, I'd say. I worked retail for a bit and I'd know that pack and color any time. So, Big Ham, is it the "gf"? Is it you? You got the drinking part from the "gf" down. Are you now getting the smoking down, too? Or is that the other part of the reason she walks Twinkie and you don't because you're lazy? She's going outside for a smoke break. What excuse will Big Ham come up with for this? Place your bets.

Has to prove she can touch her toes for the imaginary people in her head with whom she's having an imaginary debate. See my post a bit up from this one about that. More kiddie scratch art. Skip.

She's sitting now (shocker), twirling her nasty, greasy sideburns (do something with your goddamned nasty hair). Wants to give us a "little update" about her cellulitis, which is still not completely cleared. She's still on antibiotics, too. She thinks the antibiotics are really causing some gastro issues for her. No kidding, since they treat the normal gut denizens just like invaders, you stupid twat. That's why doctors recommend having some dairy - and specifically, yogurt - with the antibiotics if they upset your stomach. And of course the "same antibiotics you always get" are declining in efficacy. Your body is too used to them and they will not wok as quickly or as effectively the more you take them as time goes on. The next time you get cellulitis, if this round doesn't go septic and kill you first, maybe you should tell the doctor that the cephalexin that's usually prescribed doesn't seem to be working as well as it has in previous rounds of cellulitis, so they can prescribe one of the (few real) alternatives.

Rattles on about how she still hasn't gotten her lab work done, and the excuse today is.......she got a new psychologist, y'all!, and a new doctor, too! According to Big Ham, who knows all about these sorts of things, psychologists order new labs for new patients all the time, it's totally normal! Except they don't. Even if they or a new primary care doctor did, they could easily just request your records from your previous doctors, and if those were recent enough, it would spare you having to get poked again. But nope, she'll drag this out as long as possible, because she thinks if you don't have to see the results, it means you don't have any of the multiple ailments her bloodwork would show she has. Especially the big one: the beetus. Because nothing says beetus like an out of range A1C and wounds that take forever to heal or that don't respond as well to medication as they should. Like cellulitis.

But what the fuck do we know? Certainly not nutrition, food, medicine, or mental health as well as she does.

TL;DW/R: Hamber and the "gf" spent the night at E&R's at their request (sure) and she slept in her clothes and makeup. They go to a food truck festival for about 15 seconds. her cellulitis is still not healed. Still hasn't gone to get her lab work because she's a coward about what that will show. Still buying containers to hold products that already come in containers. Still doing bullshit scratch "art" and its cousin, scratch off lottery tickets. Still does nothing to better this planet even though she uses many times her share of its resources. Either she or the "gf" has taken up smoking. In other words, the same boring, stupid things that make up the foundation of her current life.
 
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An Amberlynn stupidity compilation came up on YouTube today. It's old news, but somehow news to me that the gorl uttered the sentence "Just because I did not vote does not mean Donald Trump is not my president just as much as he is yours." I read that sentence about 10 times after I wrote it and her English is just too advanced for me.
 
Clickbait incoming: I've got MRSA....
I have a theory that if there is a god will be correct.
Ham-ass finally stroked out after the food truck festival having consumed the “straw that broke the fat cunts” loaded fries and her sla…er…girlfriend has been uploading the last months worth of pre-recorded videos in one last desperate bid to milk the literal cow for all its worth after having noped the fuck out, atm card and new car in tow.
 
Came here to say this: being able to touch her toes is not the flex (pun intended) she thinks it is, but is a result of her rampant unchecked lipidema which is consuming her dainty laaaayyeggs. 2019Lynn could probably have done this too had she been bothered enough to get up from the floor mattress.

But nah, she'll put this down to all of her weightloss and that she can touch her toes while showereeen and belting out angelic high notes that would make Mariah Carey green with envy.
So are we not supposed to be able to touch our toes? Now I'm confused.
 
After this last vlog I’ve been pretty convinced that there’s other people living in ambers apartment. Why do jade and amber always stay at E&R they never seem to host them. She spends all this time decorating and never has company. Now with that cigarette pack too I think others are there plus she won’t say who they belong to on that question site.

It just doesn’t make sense to drive 2 hrs to Lexington to eat with them then ask them to come drive 2 hrs and spend the night.
 
I have never sold a black person a pack of American Spirit, but I have sold them a lot of Newports, rolling papers, and those super cheap ass cigarillos like Black & Mild, Swisher Sweets, and Backwoods Russian Cream. Of course, there are always exceptions, but I doubt American Spirit has ever handed little black children smokes like Newport did in the 60s. Plus black people tend to smoke menthols and American Spirit yellow is like their equivalent of a basic “light” cigarette,

So I don’t think the cigarettes are Jade’s. Are they Amber’s? Eric or Rickie’s? Fuck if I know. I can see Eric being the sort of fag to smoke American Spirit. They sell *organic* tobacco cancer sticks!
 
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