I'm always semi-triggered by deathfatties constantly dipping their greasy food in shit, and here we have double-fisted dipping, with Ranch dressing and gravy.
I can't even listen to her stupid made-up morality stories; they are just too stupid. In fact, I'm starting to wonder what the fuck I'm even doing here; I've been watching her shit for nearly two years now, and this video could easily have been two years old. We have literally gone nowhere but in circles all this time.
I think the big clue of the day was her rushed "if it's too dangerous, they won't do [the surgery]" There it is: the out we have been waiting for. There will be no surgery in 11 days. Either she is trying to eat her way out of it, like a condemned man trying to eat so much he won't fit into the electric chair, or she already knows there is no surgery so she is free to pig out.
While she technically is still on her cycle, she is on the verge of breaking it and turning whole hog into Amberlynn (minus friends) It will be interesting to see if she makes it to Stage 4, with its tearful resolutions. If she does, it may well come on Oct. 4, when her operation day is passed and she has nothing to show for it but an enlarged fupa.
I guess we can feel vindicated. We always said all along that she would never lift a finger to help herself, and she has certainly proven that. But now what? Let's watch the festering fatso tell lying stories until she literally pops?
Let's review:
Since announcing her hysterectomy date on August 28, we have seen the following videos:
Haul, Cats, Cats, Eating, Eating, Can't Have Kids, Eating, Pre-Op Appointment, Haul, Chimpout, Eating, Eating, Eating, Eating, Eating, Eating, and Eating.
There is definitely a trend there.
I guess I hope she makes it to 500 pounds now. What else is there to do? I'm looking forward to the walker and mobility scooter. At least that will be different.
