(long uncomfortable silence with overly filtered fat fucking face in a hallway of horrors that looks like it came out of an over-saturated and brightened Silent Hill screenshot)
Hey y’all. I’m here at the trailer today. We are cleaning it out. *deep breath* Um, it’s just me and Josh. It’s okay. We are rocking through it and and let’s take you on a tour.
(so here you can hear her foot scrape over something loose on the floor. She’s hurpling through filth while she films.)
So this is actually the worst room.
(I’ll say. Hole in wall’s gonna be a fun repair ‘cause that shit’s huge.) This is going to be my studio space. *deep breath* This is where all the imagination and creativity *gasp, deep breath* will happen.
(but wait, there’s MORE. Holy fuck. This is a different wall. With more holes.)
(Oh, and there’s piles of trash. Wouldn’t be a meth den without piles of trash.)
*deep breath* And it’s a good thing it needs to be all scrapped, because I’m going to start all over.
(I’m marginally disappointed she’s not holding onto the cabinets covered in random shit lol) And these walls aren’t even gonna be white when I’m over with. *wheeze, gasping laughter, attempts to breath fatly* When I’m through with it.
Bathroom space is absolutely horrid.
(No shit.) And by the end of the day I hope to have this *gasp* cleaned out. Ummmm….
(fatting elsewhere) and then let’s walk this way.
(I am… curious. About the random hanger on the wall. The fuck. But wait, there’s more trash!)
(And is that space under the window rotted…?)
(YUP. Sure is. Same problem as they have with the rental property. SUCH AN UPGRADE.) It’s, well, over here is a little bad but we can fix that.
(but you won’t. Unless you intend to glue-stick rainbow plates over that shit) That’s not bad.
(IT’S FUCKING ROTTING AND PEELING AWAY FROM THE STUDS, YOU DUNCE.) It’s not big.
(Yup, getting a drink now.)
(Drink in hand. She’s shuffling around fatly again.)
(trash….)
(*sputters* Holy fucking hell.

Yup, that’s insulation coming out of the fucking wall. She says nothing about this and continues to fatly slide along her disgusting floors.)
Um, on this way.
(Back in the saggy-ceiling/saggy-fan room we go) This is my *long awkward pause* living space
(as opposed to the rest, which is your trash space - oh, I mean your creativity and imagination space)
(Still featuring 2 tons of trash) We’re working on cleaning it out right now. Josh is taking a break.
(and that floor is peeling up.) And I’m taking a moment of silence
(except you’ve been blathering this whole time - Pissa knows not what silence is, nor how to use this phrase correctly. You mean to say that “I’m taking advantage of the down-time” or simply “I’m using this moment”, you blubbery dipshit) so I can actually *gasp* show you what’s going on. So….
(Needs a microwave for Jimmy Dean’s Breakfast Bowls, Pissa.) this is gonna be my kitchen
(that’ll never get utilized). There’s my brand new stove! I have a stove/
(and no idea how to use it)
(She also has missing drawers and cabinet shelves falling off lol… and random plants…? In front of where the stove is suppose to be…? Da fuk?) So excited. It’s gonna go right there.
(But… there is no hood… I am boggled. But I do know we’re talking Pissa, so I shouldn’t be. It’ll never be used anyway, so fuck it, right?)
(random filing cabinet, chandelier over where a small dining table should be that’ll never get placed there, more missing cabinet doors) The refrigerator’s supposed to go there. *deep breath* And then we go down the hallway. Hallways.
(and she’s got some Battlefield Earth angle shit going on here. Yeesh.) Dark here.
(and cluttered.)
(I wonder if the tacky wallpaper will stay lol - and what’s up with the random water jug?) Aaaaaand this is *long pause* bedroom.
(COZY. *slams drink*) And *long pause as she shuffles about* I know it don’t look like much
That’s gonna be my tub space and then
(this view is the result of her turning her camera 180 degrees. Never got to see if the trumpet’s there. F in chat. It is now just Casa de Inmundicia. That’s right - the House of Filth.) Yeah, I’ve got a brand new bed frame. Or a headboard that we can use and there’s some dressers.
We’ve been told we can use anything we want, so cleaning it up, cleaning it out.
(I just wanna point out that she has no ears lolz her filter’s doin’ her dirty) *jiggly head-nod trying to look sassy but instead looking like someone needs to slap a helmet onto her noggin before she smashes it repeatedly into a wall and howls before being hauled off on a short bus* Going home soon. Claiming it as ours. *gasp* So excited.
(THE FACE OF EXCITEMENT LOLZ)
So ready.
(to not do maintenance and have it fall apart around her ears)
(and it looks like she’s throwing in still photos at the end to show what she’s grifting for)
(And that's all, folks!)