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

[maybe a pigeon]

(what the hell is it with deathfats and animal prints anyway?)

They're unconsciously reinforcing the impression that they're a life form, rather than a planet.

 

[Slappy McGherkin]

Y'all tempting fate here... she'll see this and start publishing audio books!

"We'll discuss bolth of these in a molmunt."

 

[Situation Type Deal Gorl]

The comment: then the last reply.

 

[that blue peach]

I'll take my clocks if someone's already mentioned this, but remember when she said that the weight loss clinic claimed they couldn't operate on her unless she spent "a year without binging"? And I and others rightfully called her out on that made-up sounding ass statement? Well, she just said that she doesn't binge! Eureka, problem solved! Time to waddle her way to the clinic and triumphantly declare to them that she does not binge and can easily achieve their "no binging for a year" assignment. Hallelujah, all is solved!

Her inability to keep up with her own lah's continues to astound me.

 

[Rabbit Bones]

Mabey I'm remembering wrong, it's been about 20 years since I saw it. I do remember the fat as fuck mother not being able to be removed. I have to check myself next time.

He burnt the house down after she died, because she didn't want to be mocked and laughed at. And that's what would have happened if they'd had to cut the house down to get her corpse out. A kindness Amber probably doesn't need to worry about. I imagine her death is going to be as humiliating as her life was.

 

[Slappy McGherkin]

if they'd had to cut the house down to get her corpse out.

Hamber has no worries. They'll just smash out the front patio door and have a flat-bed tow truck winch her outta there like a dead Hyundai. Off to Moe's Crematory she goes. Or perhaps the local steel mill if Moe's can't handle it.

 

[hatehobbyist]

Hamber has no worries. They'll just smash out the front patio door and have a flat-bed tow truck winch her outta there like a dead Hyundai. Off to Moe's Crematory she goes. Or perhaps the local steel mill if Moe's can't handle it.

Okay, so I know most of the fun here is talking shit and speculating on things like this....but how the hell DO they get these gigantfats out of their homes and how the hell do they load a dead deathfat body (because you weigh more dead) into an ambulance? How many people does it take? Do they need to use machines? Holy fuck. I don't know why I never really thought about what actually happens when that day comes and the fats can't just butter up and slide sideways out the door themselves and some poor, poor souls have to figure out how to get them out that door one last time but now I'm intrigued and curious and hate that this has become my life.

 

[Situation Type Deal Gorl]

Big whales and tall tales. Appropriate "ALL THE FEELS!!!" pensive thumbnail picked by YouTube.

Spoiler: final binge diagnosis update, going back on medication, & I might be suffering with ptsd | vlog - April 11, 2023

Poor little MunchieLynn. She might be adding yet another dx to her list of muh mentalz. Hey, a gal's gotta replace some of her accessories sometimes, and if fake BED goes, something else fake needs to pop into its place.

"Hullo."

Hey, Ham! How's it hanging?

Welcome to a new vlog, same as the old vlog! She's wearing some kind of old fashioned frizzy blanket thing as a shirt. Rummaging through some Grnadma's closet again, are we?

She was angzite about today's therapy session. It's number two of twelve! Just think, Ham, only ten more to cross off until you're denied your imaginary WLS!

She's also mid-makeup. Why? Well, she says if you're going to some kind of appointment, you need to have your makeup and hair did. Again: why? Especially if it's a doctorand more especially if it's a therapist of some kind where you know you're going to be BALLING YOUR EYES OUT because of MUH TRAUMA!

How about you WASH YOUR NASTY FUCKING HAIR if you want to look "put together", dipshit? Blah blah the session is via zoom, because that's the only way this particular therapist does it and I'm just gonna halt that line of your bullshit right there, Hamber. Someone how you managed to find the only shrink who not only does NOT take insurance, but who does NOT do in person sessions?

Sure.

Skipped the rest of her asinine makeup shit because I just do not care. She also skips ahead a few hours.

Of course she cried during her appointment. She doesn't look like she normally looks when she cries, and I already decided I believe her with this current therapy arc as much as all the others. That is to say, I don't believe her. When you think about it, she's claimed to have been in therapy all this past year. Now, we have two choices:

1. Hamber has been going to therapy sessions, and just talks about herself and how she's a victim of the big, bad world, never learning accidentally, or by repetitious counseling by the therapist, anything to deal with said big, bad, world, including different coping mechanisms to use right there in the comforting butt grooves of her couch.

OR

2. She's lying.


Personally, I'll take the second option. If there isn't independent confirmation, I'll just assume she's lying about anything related to muh mentalz.

Anyway, she cried, and once again stresses that she doesn't have BED. But she DID binge eat back in 2019, she says. So, what, you magically cured your own BED that you say now that you never actually had, but since people are pointing out that if there was no "binge monster" it just means you were being a colossal bitch to Becky that you used to have, and all this because it was hindering WLS? Amazing! Or not, considering that the BED was imaginary all along. She claims that the therapist said she doesn't have BED in this, only her second session! Such progress! An undiagnosis! Except it doesn't work that way.

Let me sort out my complicated sentence up there - talk about pretentious navel-gazing bullshit, Sitch!

Hamber says now that she doesn't have BED and was "misdiagnosed" and never actually had BED, because WLS said BED is a big no.
Now that people are pointing out that if she didn't have BED, it means she was just using it as a crutch to beat people, she had BED back in 2019, but somehow - magic! - managed to cure that pesky BED that she never really had, according to her.

OK. Moving on.

JFC, more yammering about BED. I know you're trying out rationalizing the entire fiction that is your BED, to see if there's one the WLS place would buy, but goddamn. Oh, this is good. They have to figure out her issues with food. If you've been in therapy for as long as you claim, you should already know this. None of this is new. Just another reason to conclude that this is just as performative as all the other times.

OH, now we're talking about her imaginary PTSD, which, according to her, all her imaginary previous therapists and now this one have suggested it. No, they haven't. And neither would anyone on the second visit. This reminds me of the first session with the podunk shrink where she got dx of angzite, depression, OCPD, and bipolar disorder - didn't happen.

Skipped over the remainder because she's just talking in circles to fill time. Natters about how her angzite meds weren't working so her doctor told her to stop taking it and no, this absolutely did not happen, either, you lying cunt. You don't go cold turkey off meds like that if weaning off is an option. Although this really shouldn't be an issue for her, I guess, since she follows med schedules as well as she does anything else.

Easter gift exchange? What the fuck? I know exactly zero adults who give gifts to one another on Eastern. Did Zombie Jesus die and then come back just so you could do this? I think not!

Bunch of lame shit, including socks that Hammber will never be able to wear because she has balloon feet and can't get to her feet to put on socks anyway. All the socks of course have food on them. Another Laygo set. Fake fish and a tacky plastic tank to put it in. Hat, cologne for MG,W, who is actually in this video, from neck to waist. Your tats are ugly af, MG,W. OK, I'm done with this shit.

PO Box: a "dainty heart" pendant from someone who hasn't learned that tying yourself to Hamber's platform is a great way for people to avoid patronizing your business as it shows a complete lack of sense ad critical thinking skills. In yet another trolling molment, someone sent her House of Leaves, an incredibly tedious, dense read, like Infinite Jest. Hilariously, Hamber claims to have read it, which is an absolute lie, and says she's gong to send it to someone who loves to read. Is that how you're referring to throwing shit in the Goodwill box now?

Q&A time. I refuse to refer to this shit as an interview.

First up: what's your favorite movie? Was Forrest Gump, now A Simple Favor.
Second: Did you go to ComiCon? Love you! Bye! - DUDE! I love your troll-fu!
Third: What happened to the binge monster? - "Yikes on bikes." she says, stealing Alex is Shook's phrase again. Except she is mumbling through a clenched jaw and it doesn't sound like that. She doesn't answer it beyond that. She edited this fucking thing and left that in. Cunt.
Last: What's a quirk or routine you do when you're alone, when MG,W isn't around? - Another troll, in my book, because we know Hamber is rarely alone, if ever. Another hilarious answer, because corky gorl can't even come up with ONE THING and says she will have to ask MG,W. First off, the caller said "when you're alone" so how would MG,W know, and second, WTF couldn't you just name anything, randomly? But no, gotta use that for your nontent in a future video, I guess. Cunt.

Blathers on about something to close it out and I just didn't pay attention.

TL;DW/R: Hamber now says she had issues with binging in 2019, but is magically cured of all that shit, sand would like everyone to just never talk about it again. To replace that undiagnosis, she's now angling for a PTSD dx, not understanding that because she admittedly copes by eating, the imaginary WLS she's going to get will require her to go through therapy for her imaginary PTSD as well. Hamber and MG,W exchange Easter gifts - no baskets, no candy, just another round of rampant consumerism and getting shit neither of them need. PO Box: a stupid, cheap necklace that she'll never wear, and a book she'll hasn't read and never will. Voice: trolling, and someone asking about the binge monster (she doesn't answer that one). Blah blah, muh mentalz, muh therapy. Same shit. Different video.

Okay, so I know most of the fun here is talking shit and speculating on things like this....but how the hell DO they get these gigantfats out of their homes and how the hell do they load a dead deathfat body (because you weigh more dead) into an ambulance? How many people does it take? Do they need to use machines? Holy fuck. I don't know why I never really thought about what actually happens when that day comes and the fats can't just butter up and slide sideways out the door themselves and some poor, poor souls have to figure out how to get them out that door one last time but now I'm intrigued and curious and hate that this has become my life.

They have bariatric ambulances now for their extra large, extra wide loads like the deathfats. I was watching MSJHPL one night, and the fatty had to be taken out via ambulance. It took ten people to get her out. They ad to take the doors off their hinges, IIRC, but they just kind of mushed her from each side to get her out of there otherwise. It took eight people to load her, but they didn't have to push her. They use a winch now to pull the gurney into the bus. Then they were off to the hospital.

I was kind of wondering about the ambulances, myself. In the rear, you have a giant tub of squishy, jiggly lard. Does it mess with the center of gravity (both vertical and horizontal) if the roads are curvy? How much load can they handle? What kind of tires are on that - are they special heavy duty? So many questions.

 

[Slappy McGherkin]

I'm intrigued and curious and hate that this has become my life.

Try not to think about it, seriously. First responders relish a challenge like this. And they got the tools to cut shit apart in a hurry when somebody is trapped in a crumpled metal cage with wheels.

The wood frame doors in the Henry they would splinter into toothpicks. The real question is what the fuck they do when the stretcher collapses from a weight it was never designed to hold.

Yeah, I prolly watch too much 911 shit, but I'd pay serious ching to see the Hamber episode.

 

[Mesh Gear Fox]

I was kind of wondering about the ambulances, myself. In the rear, you have a giant tub of squishy, jiggly lard. Does it mess with the center of gravity (both vertical and horizontal) if the roads are curvy? How much load can they handle? What kind of tires are on that - are they special heavy duty? So many questions.

Yes, the rear suspension is reinforced compared to a regular ambulance. Driving one isn't that much different than a non-deathfat truck. The trucks we have are the really big ambulances with the International and Freightliner engines on the front so it's not like a regular sized truck with a Ford van front. It's really funny though watching the winch slowly pull someone in to the back.

The wood frame doors in the Henry they would splinter into toothpicks. The real question is what the fuck they do when the stretcher collapses from a weight it was never designed to hold.

My FD has 2 bariatric trucks, and the cots can handle up to 1600 lbs in the full-down position and 850 lbs in the highest position, plenty for Amblimp.

 

[I call shenanigans]

Ambulances don’t pick up corpses, funeral directors do. They arrive in an unmarked heavy duty van with heavy duty mortuary stretchers. Some of these have a 1000lb capacity. As long as they can get the body out of the building the stretcher does all the work.

 

[Chef Autism]

They have bariatric ambulances now for their extra large, extra wide loads like the deathfats. I was watching MSJHPL one night, and the fatty had to be taken out via ambulance. It took ten people to get her out. They ad to take the doors off their hinges, IIRC, but they just kind of mushed her from each side to get her out of there otherwise. It took eight people to load her, but they didn't have to push her. They use a winch now to pull the gurney into the bus. Then they were off to the hospital.

I was kind of wondering about the ambulances, myself. In the rear, you have a giant tub of squishy, jiggly lard. Does it mess with the center of gravity (both vertical and horizontal) if the roads are curvy? How much load can they handle? What kind of tires are on that - are they special heavy duty? So many questions.

They will take out windows and doors if they need to, but they'll also just cut a fucking hole in the side of the house too. And if a ladder and winch system doesn't work, they'll get a crane or forklift. Here are a few pictures from news articles:

Spoiler: Why wouldn't this be a wakeup call?

 

[hatehobbyist]

Yes, the rear suspension is reinforced compared to a regular ambulance. Driving one isn't that much different than a non-deathfat truck. The trucks we have are the really big ambulances with the International and Freightliner engines on the front so it's not like a regular sized truck with a Ford van front. It's really funny though watching the winch slowly pull someone in to the back.


My FD has 2 bariatric trucks, and the cots can handle up to 1600 lbs in the full-down position and 850 lbs in the highest position, plenty for Amblimp.

Oh my gosh, thank you so much for adding all of this info to the mix. Good to know, because I truly couldn't figure out how the fuck they would make it happen because these bitches are FAT. I'm just glad to hear they use wenches and any other machinery they would need to haul their fat asses because I would hate for human beings to get injured trying to maneuver these fat fucks into a rig.

But....did it not occur to people as we were making these supersized, semi-engine powered ambulances solely because Americans were getting too fucking fat that maybe, just maybe, we had a problem we needed to fix rather than work around or accommodate?

I hope you guys all stay safe if you ever have the misfortune of having to pry one of these fat fucks out of their low income apartments and into the squad. Thank you for doing the shitty jobs very few others would do!

ETA: @I call shenanigans, that's a good point. I guess in my head I WAS mixing up like the Jens who needed a ride to the hospital and back and removing a deathfat only going one way. I worked with a woman at the prison whose husband would recover dead bodies for a funeral home, but he just drove a normal size truck. I never thought of the fucking funeral homes needed to add big rig vehicles to their fleets for shit like this too. Jesus fucking Christ, fat people just aren't worth all this.

@Chef Autism, don't want to double and triple post as I catch up on new posts as they're posted...but JFC, I can't believe that's real life. Our first responders don't deserve to have to deal with that shit. Just imagine how fucking big and miserable that person was in real life. There is no sense in this. None. Fuck man.

 

[DefCon Dumb]

Have paramedics in the family here in Ottawa and ended up in a few ambulances, (accompanying patients), in Kingston. In both cities as ambulances age out of service, they are being replaced with bariatric ones and stretchers are weight rated to 750 lbs and rely heavily on pneumatic assistance.

The biggest problem remains door ways too narrow and walk up units. They don’t mess around. They call the fire department for difficult extractions and even then they run into some tough ones.

 

[Mesh Gear Fox]

But....did it not occur to people as we were making these supersized, semi-engine powered ambulances solely because Americans were getting too fucking fat that maybe, just maybe, we had a problem we needed to fix rather than work around or accommodate?

It's just like going to a hospital/doctor's office and seeing those 3 foot wide chairs in the waiting areas. It's absolutely ridiculous that we have to accommodate these fat asses.

 

[I call shenanigans]

It's just like going to a hospital/doctor's office and seeing those 3 foot wide chairs in the waiting areas. It's absolutely ridiculous that we have to accommodate these fat asses.

I recently had to go to a major respiratory clinic in my capital city and was surprised to see that every seat in the waiting area was a bariatric bench seat. What surprised me even more was that every patient that arrived was immediately weighed on a heavy duty scale that also measured height. I didn’t see any patient scream “fat phobia” either. I love that HAES isn’t really an Australian thing, but that waiting room really told the story that so many respiratory patients are fat fucks.

 

[Mekahineyho]

This woman is fucking insane lol.


More nonsense:


We are jealous of her buying garbage that will be at goodwill in the next 3 months

 

[Miltank]

Okay, so I know most of the fun here is talking shit and speculating on things like this....but how the hell DO they get these gigantfats out of their homes and how the hell do they load a dead deathfat body (because you weigh more dead) into an ambulance? How many people does it take? Do they need to use machines? Holy fuck. I don't know why I never really thought about what actually happens when that day comes and the fats can't just butter up and slide sideways out the door themselves and some poor, poor souls have to figure out how to get them out that door one last time but now I'm intrigued and curious and hate that this has become my life.

I've been wondering how they got DeathByJen out and wonder if, because of her gluttonous weight, she died *at* the hospital officially but really died in the process of trying to get her there. First out of her bed, through the apartment, out the door, down the hall, then the stairs/elevator, etc. To the entrance, out those doors, to the ambulance, getting into the ambulance, securing the load down, then finally driving to the hospital, unloading, inside, etc.

Atleast Al is on the ground floor and has a deck as an exit option

 

[hydrochloric gunt wash]

This woman is fucking insane lol.
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We are jealous of her buying garbage that will be at goodwill in the next 3 months
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…I think I’ll just interpret this incidence of Amberlynn Math as a troll and keep it pushing. Nice try, fatty.

 

[Peachtea18]

Ambulances don’t pick up corpses, funeral directors do. They arrive in an unmarked heavy duty van with heavy duty mortuary stretchers. Some of these have a 1000lb capacity. As long as they can get the body out of the building the stretcher does all the work.

Local practicing mortuary student/embalmer here.

I'll have to ask, but I want to say there's a weight limit. When I did pick ups, there were only two people in the van (one driver, one passenger) and the most we ever did was ~320lbs, which took a lot out of me because I am just a petite woman. I imagine firefighters would have to come and help for anything over 350lbs, and they would have to trail the van to the mortuary/crematory to get them back out and into the freezer.

I did a pick up a deathfat's ashes one time. He was around 400lbs in life and solidly heavy. It was like carrying a rock.