I find it strange that a woman who appears to be closing in on 500 pounds bought a vinyl couch with moving parts and with defined bucket seats. Of course she can keep the table upright when she is seated for the extra room, but those seats look too defined to be comfortable for a butt that will spill over. How long will it take before the recliner mechanism breaks under her weight? And let us not forget that horrible 15 second display of "sneezin and beezin" after the McDonald's mukbang, wherein she heaved herself out of that office chair and claimed she did so not because she is too fat to live comfortably but because her pants got stuck to the material and she had to break the seal. If your nethers are so moist that in full clothing in a Canadian winter you stick to chairs, why buy a vinyl couch as your sole seating option?
And yes, how did she go $1000 over budget? Whose budget was it? Grandmas? Because Grandma paid for the queen mattress and box springs.
All of this puts Bibi's place into stark perspective. Yeah, there were roaches and it wasn't a great apartment but increasingly it is clear that the location was less the issue than Chantal. All the furnishings were his, and she and her cats destroyed the couch. The dining table set was his, as was the bed and the large television set. I remember she said she got him some WalMart-tier decorations that were African-themed so he would be reminded of home but beyond that she had little interest in the interior of the apartment and Bibi clearly did most, if not all, of the cleaning, only to come home to find crumbs and food messes everywhere, a wrecked toilet, sticky fingermarks everywhere because she can't keep her fingers out of her mouth and touches everything... I hope his trip to her new place to drop off the last of her shit is the last time he has to deal with her. Now he can starve the roaches out, get a proper couch, and play his games in peace.
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