They look like they’re about to fall off. She’ll finally have to resort to shoving her face into her food like the pig she is.this woman's hands have gotten to the point of no return... how do you not go to the doctor for those
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That’s because she actually went out and did more stuff (even if most of it was going out to eat and shopping at Target and Torrid). Having all of these home vlogs are boring because she puts in even less effort than she did before. If she wants to get views up, she should try on more clothes, show us how she bathes and show us her legs.God, this video was so stale and boring we're not even seriously speculating about it anymore. We moved on to the question of AL's possible financial domination over Becky.
Remember when her videos would garner about 10-12 pages of discussion in a couple days? Now it's lucky if one makes it to 8 pages after a week.
Amber always has a problem with any kind of receptionist at a office or trying to get information somwhere. Literally everytime she calls somewhere she says its so confusing or they cant give her the correct info.
Not impressed. It looks like it's about $1.50/pound.
Please god. Please this will give me the energy to keep going
This is true. It's like English is her third language. She never hears what is actually being said. She has honest to God comprehension issues. Look how she misinterpreted what her weightloss doctor said. One day it's if you're in a hurry it's ok to occasionally stop by McD's and grab a burger, just take off the bun. The next day it's he told me to eat nothing, but McD's burgers. She struggled to make a therapist appointment because the receptionist couldn't answer all of her questions and you know her questions were fucking ridiculous and would likely have to be answered by the fucking doctor. She can't read or follow directions of any kind. I will guarantee you that Becks had to make the hotel reservations. She's thoroughly helpless.
Seriously, like someone said upthread, I would pay good money just to see the looks on the faces of the boutique staff when she and her stench waddled in. I'm sure it would be a mixture of horror and disgust with just a tinge of confusion. They'd likely be looking for a camera crew thinking they'd brought back Punk'd. Then in the behemoth's rancid wake would come the thumb butler meekly walking 7 paces behind. Snap-back on backward, shirt 2 sizes too small, basketball shorts glory. Then the super, mega, morbidly obese toddler would start touching lidurrrallly everything in sight cooing about how KAHHHHYYYUUUUUUUUTTT everything is. Imagine the poor patrons who are in there who I'm sure carefully curate their appearance. Oh, the abject horror. It would be a piece of performance art and I would definitely pay to see it.
It's likely a throwback from when she did actually leave the house. Here's the thing, though, she never took her shit on time anyway. Remember when her alarm went off EVERY vlog and she'd always snooze it and would forget her pills altogether? Kiwi Farms remembers. I think we actually saw her take them 2 times? You also have to factor in that once she flounces on a surface in whatever room of her choosing, her gargantuan ass is there for the long haul. If they were by pillow mountain and she decided to camp out in the dining room, kitchen, or living room then she wouldn't be able to get to them unless her butler brought them to her. Maybe she carries her purse around the house with her? It seems like something odd she would do. Everyone keep your eye out for her handbag going forward.
They're only there to remind everyone that she's a fragile, dainty warrior gorl who's ravaged by mental illnesses and fighting internal demons so be kind and don't judge.
I wish I didn't have to work my life away for a pittance too but I wouldn't take Al's body for a billion tax free dollars. There's not one part of her body or systems that isn't ruined. There's no coming back from where she is. The money's no good if you're too fucked up to do anything, go anywhere and you'll die bedbound in your own feces in your 30s.
