So...I was kinda curious for this installment. We haven't seen her since her unhinged and quickly-deleted livestream (thank you, THOTto for the recap), except via somewhat unhinged instagram posts (at her laziest, her instagrams and community posts take the place of videos). I have been suspecting the bloom is off the rose as far as her moving is concerned, She has been eating some downright crazy and repulsive shit lately (I am still scratching my head over her chocolate syrup saturated crepe and mango boba feast). She's pining after Bibi and Bibi has been resisting. Peetz kinda gets on her nerves a bit. She's feeling trapped. New Life is not off to a dazzling, influencer start. Freelee doesn't live this way...
So on paper, this looks like a good time for a video update to get a read on where her eggplant head is at these days... I did have a momentary glimpse of what is to come (see prior post), but I remain open minded that at least
something interesting will happen. Let's see if I deserve that Optimistic ribbon...
So: first things first. Gotta start with her mangy cats. (Note to Sham lovers: sorry, but he's a mediocre cat at best. The other is past expiry date, perhaps hanging on just long enough to outlive the beast that has accompanied her in life. Cats are spiteful that way.) So, Sham just wants to get some rest in the sun, and so he does his best to pretend he's asleep when the beast starts addressing him in her beast-voice. He does a good job of it, but then she starts pawing him with her enormous mitt and he winces. Stoically, he still doesn't bother opening his eyes or acknowledging her.
Check out that hairy arm and the dark spots on it. Look at that thick trotter.
She begins the 'real' video by showing off some package of Muckbanger sauce she has gotten, with a real-live Muckbanger on the package, and she is using that trembly, excited, sing-songy, pre-foreplay voice she uses when a much anticipated junk food feeding is imminent. I am expecting some kind of lame recipe tutorial, just so she can pretend to be smart and have content, but no... Instead, an abrupt cut to the meal at hand. It is a startling mess right from the start.
Fuck me. It looks like she has a bowlful of brains with some stuff she picked out of a dumpster as a side. She is so gloriously happy. Coronavirus? Is that still even a thing? At this moment of life, she is in utter bliss. This is as good as life gets, right here.
Of course, the Coldest Fatty Water Bottle is on display. Incidentally, those things suck; the paint chips and they leak and warp. Would that disturb our fat loathsome heroine who loves her audience so much? Haha, nope.
lol, then we get her first-ever real attempt at doing an honest and true VPN ad, following their script (kinda) and everything. She obviously has no fucking idea what a VPN is, and she is lying about using one. There are like two dozen edits in the two minute message; she is such a retardo. This is probably why there was no video yesterday; it took her forever to get the ad right, and I bet she still got it wrong.
I wonder what a body-language expert would say about her weird clenched hands during much of her VPN ad? I know nothing about polygraphs, but this looks like something that might set off a warning bell.
After yet another edit, she is back to her super excited fat-girl voice, visibly glad to have that over with.
The party girl excitedly espies Peetz wandering in from the shadows and gives him a hearty and hale greeting.
All I can think of while watching this unfold is how this is gonna be one big fucking mess in about three minutes.
The English Honours Major [incomplete] will "sprinkle" a little lemon into the bowl. (I wonder if she squeezed some salt into it earlier?) Peetz does not like seafood unfortunately, she tells us, looking very happy indeed. Peetz doesn't like "food" period. He has an even more narrow palette than our ignorant Foodie.
She licks lemon juice off her fingers out of habit, and then seems startled to find it is very sour. This is how mindlessly she licks herself; she doesn't even realize it is lemon juice she's licking until the acid hits her.
The two of them banter back and forth about the horrors of the sea and sea monsters, as if they were a muckbang Sonny and Cher or Burns and Allen.
She goes for a beauty bite, but the shrimp seems to be overcooked to murder; it is so rubbery, she can't bite through it and winds up hurting herself. She probably had them boiling for hours in there. At 4:15 she already has juices running down her arm.
Time for her review: "That sauce is
legit", she says, sounding insincere and weirdly with half-closed eyes.
"You're probably wondering why I don't have any more seafood?" she suddenly blurts out. Maybe I am projecting, but I don't think
anybody in the galaxy was wondering. "It's because I couldn't find any" she says breathlessly, sounding annoyed. "Right Peetz?" She has been utterly ignorant of the coronavirus and its effects on society, but finally
now something affects her.
"Duh, yeah, yeah, oh yeah, uh, yeah, the store seems pretty low on it right now", replies her sidekick, who some people mistake for moderately intelligent. Peetz not only sounds disinterested (who can blame him for that, really?), but also like making sentences is a real chore for him.
Actually, I may be giving both of them far too much credit.
Nothing they say about it suggests that it has even occurred to them that their store lacked stock due to the deadly virus... She sounds very peeved that the food she wanted wasn't there. So, she only can eat tiger shrimp, and she is annoyed at it. She dejectedly shoves another in her mouth... Again, she struggles to bite it; either her teeth are ready to fall right out of her head or that shrimp is made of latex.
She starts feeling self-conscious about eating with Peetz standing there watching her silently from the shadows, and after an awkward silence, she starts shooting him glances. She looks really fat when she does so; her whole fucking neck is swallowing up her face.
"Isssh guh!", she tells him, her mouth stuffed with chewy shrimp.
She then does her favorite move of asking Peetz a question to get him to talk, so she can start shoveling food into her mouth in peace. "So how's work?", she asks, visibly uninterested in the answer. She stuffs potato in her mouth and eyes her corn. Peetz gives a noncommittal mutter as a reply, so she prompts him further with this insightful remark; "Work is work?"
"Always work", he says sighing. "Mmmm" she says, seemingly in answer but really in response to her corn. She then gives a little micro-shake of her head at the nuisance of the work grind.
She offers a "Well..." while also giving him very weird sidelong glances and eyerolls while licking her fingers, and then she shakes off her thought completely with an obnoxious shrug of her shoulders that says "not my problem":
They start talking about the cats and how they won't use the house they are supposed to use. Peetz grumbles about having assmebled if for nothing. Clotso stuffs another shrimp in her mouth, her repulsive tongue doing the dathfatty hook-maneuver, half chewed corn all over it, and that disgusting slit or hole in the middle of it visible.
She shows us what the retardo had spend so much time making:
"It's a problem. We put work into it", Peetz says somewhat irately. She is annoyed because she doesn't get it. "They
loved the box before it was altered" She shakes her head with exasperation. "All we did is move it, and add a door and window" she says, her greasy mitt clutching a gnarled ear of corn. "
Right?" she demands from Peetz. She really believes the cats are being unreasonable.
"You're not going to have a snack?", she suddenly asks, dodgy-eyed, using her grifting voice. "Nah" he tells her, while she eats and makes weird faces and movements with her eyes. They talk about something that I have no clue about, except she says she likes hers with spots on them... She picks up a potato covered in sauce with her big mitt and stuffs half of it in her mouth. Grease is all over her face.
Peetz is finally dismissed at 8:08 (YAY! Only 18 more fucking minutes left!!)
She is glad to get back to serious eating. "Whoo! that's hot!", she tells us for the tenth time. "I let it sit for awhile too! Heh-ha!!" We get more gruesome hook-tonguing with her deformed tongue. No deathfatty ever looks better than a retardo slob when doing this, and yet they all (and only they) do it. And Clotso looks more retardo and slobbier than most. She still has a hard time biting through the shrimp. I have never seen such a struggle with shrimp before.
Of course with Peetz gone, now she has nothing to talk about. Just a lot of "mmmmm" and pseudo-profound silent nodding. She tells us this Muckbanger's Sauce is the best sauce she ever had, "and I've had a few"... I don't know why
she doesn't go to the same company the other YouTubers go to and pay to have her face slapped on bottles of ranch or seafood sauce or whatever other generic food they sell. I bet even some haydurs would have a hard time passing up "Foodie Beauty Seasoning Salt" or something like that.
After spilling sauce all over herself, she repeats what she has told us in many videos, utterly without irony. "Definitely should have a bib". I agree, and don't forget the diapers you definitely need too.
"It's messy, huh? she says, hoisting a greasy, dripping potato in her messy hands
right over the now completely abandoned fork.
She wipes herself off. "Very messy!" she tells us authoritatively. Is it just my imagination, or has she literally put together zero complete sentences since Peetz left the room? By 10:21 she has literally resorted to
talking to her food (which we have seen her do before) She is incapable of eating one bite of corn too; she has to literally scrape all the corn off in one go. Then, she smears whats left in the mess on the table, and gobbles at it again. She is truly fulfilling every disgusting stereotype about fatties in this video.
She gets so much on her shirt, even she admits the shirt is a goner. She thanks her fan for sending her the sauce, while she proceeds to eat with two hands, becoming sloppier and messier with ever passing moment. I take note of the time at the 14 minute mark; Peetz has been gone for 6 minutes, and she hasn't really said anything yet. "I'm going to wash my face after," she assures us, looking filthier than ever. Her tone of voice suggests she ordinarily would never take such a drastic measure as washing her face after dinner, but this time it is an emergency.
She resumes her sauce review finally. "I just can't get over how it is exactly the right flavor", she says fatuously. "And I'm not just saying that" How sweet! "...to kiss her ass!" A little less sweet, then...
She still can't bite the shrimp, incidentally. Each one puts up a fight. She lets loose a clumsy joke, "Good thing I shaved off my chin hair, or I'd be getting a dye job...
Then, out of nowhere, she gets political. "I seen [sic] on the news..." and she tells us about people "protesting their civil liberties" She shakes her head. "Being locked down..." She starts mocking them and rolling her eyes at them. "They wanna go back to work...." she says with an annoyed roll of the eyes. ",,,and get their hair done!" Everybody is more stupid than Chantal, the unemployed glutton who has ignored the orders all along. She makes fun of a woman for having a mullet. Obviously, Chantal is the epitome of stylish, with nothing to make fun of.
She then brings up her fucking
Rod Stewart haircut for the 10th time in a video, but this time she got it "in the eighties", instead of having it in high school. Get over it Clotso, you look like a laughingstock in any hair. She then runs out of things to say again. Finally, she goes to another old standby: she will start cooking more and learning great recipes because it is tastier and healthier. She then waxes rhapsodic about Chef Boyardee again, More "mmmm" and "mmmm", they haven't let up yet.
She tells us how hard the mukbanger who paid to have sauce made with her image on it works. She is inspired by her success and hard work. She then lectures us about thinking mukbanging is not a job. She puts it very articulately:
"You have to realize it is 20/20 and jobs? Are not just briefcase nine to five ham and egger jobs anymore" That should clear you morons up once and for all.
But she can't help herself. The comments about YouTube not being a job really get to her, and she has to continue the lecture. Suddenly, she has a lot to say. She points out that many YouTubers "put in extensive work", but admits "not me". (memo to Clotso, so if you don't put in work, why get paid?) She goes on to make the case that she is a kind of entertainer, so she is working for her money.
She then trucks out the old, "Food is a part of life, You have to face it every day." She says her intention is "not to eat fast food all the time", and says she wants to cook more. "Food is unavoidable and it should be enjoyed" She then goes on about the benefits of cooking and fresh ingredients, but ultimately is distracted by her own shrimp. She complains they shriveled up when cooking (duh! You cooked them too long! That's why they are like rubber, stupid)
Ugh. That was long, and from 8:00 to about 21:00 she barely says anything. Then she gives us two stale rants we have heard before, and an old haircut story we have heard before. I'm not kidding when I say her head is a great void, with absolutely nothing in it. We've just witnessed it again.