I want to see her bend down to scoop the box.
-Can't paint her toenails;
-can't reach to wash below the first of the 2 double barrel Gunts;
-has to cannonball herself onto chairs because it's impossible for her to hold her own weight in a squatting position to sit down like a human;
-Can't even tie her own shoes (and I bet anything her "special trick" to don her own socks by herself (displayed in Thailand fart motel);
-can't reach her own Fupa to blow dry the boils there when they reappear quarterly;
-struggles hard to step up or down off of a 6" cement curb;
-Has always demanded James or Slaw change the litter box b/c (see the above);
It will be interesting to see what "trick" she comes up with, as a means to change that box.
And remember, (IF she cares enough to get the smelly shit bags (hi Salah

) away from the side of her bed and outside, she's gotta go down at least one big flight of stairs... she just fell and broke her toe(s) this week huffin' down Kim's stairs (because 3 servings of smee's casserole wasn't enough, so an hour later, "Oy was hungry..")
Whoever it was that showed the pics of her with the take out containers of warm, greasy, slop right on her floor mattress, thank u. I don't understand how she's grown and gained that much in just a month or so...
... and ofcourse, Smokey was the major priority (not a doctor or health clinic, ppshhh, where's the instant gratification in THAT?) because she has LITERALLY nothing else, owns not one thing, and cannot STAND how she lost absolutely everything she bragged about for 3 yrs..
... So the bitter asshole plays anger and rage and innocent victim because...

.. the beezers need to think she's on top of it... she's reloying on them for a weed, a dining room set, and an air fryer...it's so embarrassing I'm so happy this is happening.
And it's been said to death, but I fucking can't believe she's alive.