Holy shit she didn't eat them all. I'm impressed.
I can't get over the fact that she gets so much Lush products. Surely most of them just stay dusty in the cabinet. What a waste of money.
Also who the fuck wants to smell like candy? I get fruity smells but candy?
She be rocking that Mama June face.
Complaining that her bathtub is not big enough. Doesn't see that SHE is the problem. Not the tub.
The size of the bag. Also it's literally something she could have made at home.
I wonder how long does one bottle of ketchup last for her since the shaky cheese lasts only one mukbang.
She wants to write Santa a letter. Maybe write a letter to Dr.Now instead.
She's talking about time wrap videos and creepy Christmas videos. Ideas that will probably be just replaced with mukbangs.
We don't want to know about your farts and Peetz is just all smiles about it. That's not a disgusted ironic smile.
I skipped through the Christmas drive. I just can't bother watching them.
After a long driving workout we need food, of course.
Where's your fucking mask? You wore it in the fucking car. Priorities???
She burnt her lips but keeps devouring the hotdog.
I love how she keeps stuffing her face and Peetz is just sitting there.
Peetz doesn't like Beavertails. Does he like anything? Of course I wouldn't want to touch the food she has either.
Having an orgasm with every bite. She can't even wait till she gets back home to eat.
That jacket looks so uncomfortable.
"The Christmas music was worse than the farting."