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- Sep 28, 2019
She (and/orMy GirlfriendWipey) is out here being a full-force cunt on Instagram, of course. It’s one of the only things she can do consistently.
Ah, yes, the "luxery" apartments. Listen, Hamber's My Gorlfriend, Wipey, you're gonna have to up your game if you want to hang out with Perfect GrammarLynn. Or at least use spellcheck.
Oh, look, it's Hamber's My Gorlfriend, Wipey's PSY101 class, raising its stupid head once more.
You shared a couple ofdolcuments, you mendacious cunt, one of which was clearly an order for a scan. Speaking of, how did that last scan go? Oops, sorry, forgot: you're too fucking fat to fit in the machines. "Cancer would be my rock bottom." - HamberLynn Greed,.
Says the whore who always has another fish on the line before the current fish dumps her fat fucking shelf ass.
LOL. ArrogantLynn, thinking she exists for 99% of us outside certain very specific places on the internet.
I'll add a couple, taken off Reddit. There are some lengthy conversations going on over there about her cancer story.
Hate to tell you this, Fatty, but you, too, are just some rando on the internet. And you're a known pathological liar. And you haven't. So.
ETA: I'll point out that the post this refers to is not someone showing "proof" she lied. They are merely pointing out a bunch of plausible things that demonstrate she could be lying. The fact Fatty gets really worked up about certain things - one of her tells, which I keep pointing out but she never changes, making her a lousy poker player - is just the big cherry on top of hat shit sundae.
I know I said something about this previously, when we were trying to figure out the timeline, but I'll say it again: how exactly did she save her baby broter's life from the child-eating curtains again, based on her timeline? I have a multitude of other questions, of course: so all the activities she supposedly did, like soccer, and horseback riding, and going to Disney, and skydiving, and dancing, and so forth: you're telling us that foster families and group homes had enough money for you and all those other kids they had to also feed, clothe, and house, to do all that? Soccer, maybe. It's what you do with fat kids with zero inclination to exercise: stick theminhe backfield or in the goal. The rest, including the winningest winning ever in kor-ree-uh-GRAf-een (or is it kor-REE-uh-graf-een)? Yeah, I call bullshit on your fucking stories, Fat Ham.