Anna o' Brien / Glitter + Lazers / GlitterandLazers - Fat, drunk, consoomer attention whore who would rather eat and drink herself to death than endure a single negative emotion

Anna has been promoting this dumb Nandos shit for a while now.

She’s been in Austin for years and still doesn’t know the simple pleasures of El Pollo Rico.
She really is on the delay. Nando's was pop culture peak about 4-5 years ago, at least stateside. Taylor Swift last summer. It will be 2026 and she'll be talking about Sabrina Carpenter. Someone should intro her to peruvian chicken and fried plantains. Find the good shit to get fat on at least.
 
Is she pronouncing it right? I thought it should sound like Naan not Nan, like Nancy. They aren't in my part of the world and probably never will be since we just got a McD's about seven years ago and no sign of any other fast food since.

I remember El Pollo Rico and it was not expensive for a whole cooked chicken and they had grilled(fried?) plantains. But they look kind of dumpy-- the one I went to looked downright terrifying. So maybe it's just not cute enough for her or too local for her crowd to be able to relate, or Ed Sheeran never wrote a song about them, or more likely, they never thought to pay a fatass for promoting them on tiktok.
 
Is she pronouncing it right? I thought it should sound like Naan not Nan, like Nancy. They aren't in my part of the world and probably never will be since we just got a McD's about seven years ago and no sign of any other fast food since.

Yeah it's pronounced Nan (like Nancy) - Do (Like Do'h)s. The chain is South African originally so if you think of it with an afrikaans accent it makes sense
 
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Having Anna “help” in the kitchen would be a nightmare. She’s just another obstacle to get in the way, a walking kitchen island. And I guarantee she’s “trying” all the food because she has no self control.
What could she even do? We've seen her knife skills. She's not going to be paring potatoes or slaving over the gravy roux. Load the dishwasher? Scrub some pans?

She hasn't been with her family for Turkey day for years anyways. I think she might have even still been living in NYC the last time she posted Turkey day in Ohio. I'm sure some kiwi remembers it better than myself. At best Jon or Tracey will invite her over out of pity and she'll contribute nothing except her obnoxious laugh and a pre-prepared side she bought at Wah Mart.
 
What could she even do? We've seen her knife skills. She's not going to be paring potatoes or slaving over the gravy roux. Load the dishwasher? Scrub some pans?

She hasn't been with her family for Turkey day for years anyways. I think she might have even still been living in NYC the last time she posted Turkey day in Ohio. I'm sure some kiwi remembers it better than myself. At best Jon or Tracey will invite her over out of pity and she'll contribute nothing except her obnoxious laugh and a pre-prepared side she bought at Wah Mart.
She'd be half finishing minor tasks, trying to start quirky little food fights and giggling over nothing like a toddler. It'd be like pretending to have your 5 year old help, except there would be a camera in your face
 

Justice for Data. I have never seen less chemistry between a dog and his owner as between these two.
I love Kate, she usually makes me laugh out loud at my phone so strangers think I’m as dorky as Anna. (Okay, not really.) But seeing this all put together made me sad. Poor Data. A sensitive dog should never live with an uncaring, fat, loud, needy, clumsy narcissist. It’s like she doesn’t understand he isn’t a stuffed animal. Dogs like Data- their only defense to this loud, sudden and violating onslaught is to freeze. Data’s entire life has been in a freeze.

I hope he’s happy wherever she puts him when she’s on trips he can’t go on, but knowing Anna she leaves him in the apartment with no stimulation and hires somebody to feed him and walk him for 15 minutes twice a day.

I hope Anna never gets another dog, but if she does it should be a lab-they can take sudden moves, unexpected yelling or forced hugs better than a poodle, and they get too big to be manhandled.

Obviously, she should have no dogs or pets ever again, but good luck having one of these cows see it that way.
 
I love Kate, she usually makes me laugh out loud at my phone so strangers think I’m as dorky as Anna. (Okay, not really.) But seeing this all put together made me sad. Poor Data. A sensitive dog should never live with an uncaring, fat, loud, needy, clumsy narcissist. It’s like she doesn’t understand he isn’t a stuffed animal. Dogs like Data- their only defense to this loud, sudden and violating onslaught is to freeze. Data’s entire life has been in a freeze.

I hope he’s happy wherever she puts him when she’s on trips he can’t go on, but knowing Anna she leaves him in the apartment with no stimulation and hires somebody to feed him and walk him for 15 minutes twice a day.

I hope Anna never gets another dog, but if she does it should be a lab-they can take sudden moves, unexpected yelling or forced hugs better than a poodle, and they get too big to be manhandled.

Obviously, she should have no dogs or pets ever again, but good luck having one of these cows see it that way.
The only good thing Anna does for Data is the dog day care and fancy boarding she puts him in. She pays them a lot of money to do everything for her. There's a few videos showing her picking him up and how sad he gets having to leave. He at least has that love and enrichment. He also has a dog walker, that's she's mentioned, for when she's too lazy at home to tend to his needs.
 
100%. Anna doesn't have breasts, she has pancake moobs one would find on a 68-year-old fat man.

Or, as I call them, Flippity Floops. And those are not nipples. Them areolas are 18 wheeler hubcap sized and turning downward in shame from being attached to those busted zitty pancakes.
 
I love Kate, she usually makes me laugh out loud at my phone so strangers think I’m as dorky as Anna. (Okay, not really.) But seeing this all put together made me sad. Poor Data. A sensitive dog should never live with an uncaring, fat, loud, needy, clumsy narcissist. It’s like she doesn’t understand he isn’t a stuffed animal. Dogs like Data- their only defense to this loud, sudden and violating onslaught is to freeze. Data’s entire life has been in a freeze.

I hope he’s happy wherever she puts him when she’s on trips he can’t go on, but knowing Anna she leaves him in the apartment with no stimulation and hires somebody to feed him and walk him for 15 minutes twice a day.

I hope Anna never gets another dog, but if she does it should be a lab-they can take sudden moves, unexpected yelling or forced hugs better than a poodle, and they get too big to be manhandled.

Obviously, she should have no dogs or pets ever again, but good luck having one of these cows see it that way.

She did have a yorkie when she got Data, so he was the second dog. Then the yorkie disappeared, with no mention of what happened to it. Just like it never existed. That part really disturbs me.

I'm trying to find a pic of her and that dog because it definitley existed. She got Data in 2015. While I keep searching, enjoy this blog post I somehow was unaware of, from an entry from 2017:

I was still very single and attempted very unsuccessfully to create an affiliate network for dating- offering a cash bonus for dates that “converted” into something tangible. Aside from a sweet graph my friend Katie made to describe the process to potential “investors”, this didn’t take off. I was once again had only alcohol and punny attire to keep me warm on Valentine’s day.

How gross, desperate, and embarrassing to admit to trying to PAY someone to date her, and it failed. This is proof right here that she pays everyone to be present in her life, and for everyone except dumpy Tracey and no-sack Jon, no amount of money is worth tolerating her toxic cunt behavior for very long.

2024 and nothing has changed except she's fatter, older, and bitchier. Still a permavirgin desperate for dick, wearing ugly Christmas and llama pajamas and posting on Threads her drunk ramblings full of grammar and spelling errors from a nest of Cheeto crumbs and mini Sutter Home bottles.
 
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