Mercifully, this contains no extended segment of her nodding along to her "struggles" and eye-fucking herself while trying to convince us that all these struggles are behind her. There's only one thing behind you, Fatty, and it's a shelf ass that rivals the Greenland ice sheet.
COME GROCERY SHOPPING WITH ME & MASSIVE GROCERY HAUL | VLOG - June 1, 2022
My goodness, how the mighty but dainty queen has fallen.
The thumbnail is supposed to make us believe that Big Ham can bend over and clean, or that she cleans, or whatever. Be a hypocrite! Pimp out your body for views! Alas, this is not working like it used to Hamber. Twenty-four hours later, and still not at 30K views, but heading to 3K dislikes? This virtual sideshow is going the way of real sideshows.
Big Ham helpfully tells us that she just finished up a vlog, and now id beginning another. No shit. Bitches about the "terrible lighting" and using passive tense to describe how there have been storms. If only you still had an easy to transport around the house light. WriterLynn should know better about passive tense, given how worldly and knowledgeable shhe is about the aert of writing.
She's now showing off her cowprint overalls and doing some weird waddle back and forth like she's on the runway. The only runways that would hold you are the ones used by the hypergiant planes, like the Airbus. It looks terrible on her and overalls went out of style in the late 90s/early 2000s, but I'll give her points for embracing her true identity. Moo.
Claims she and the "gf" are going to "the homeless shelter" to donate two bags of snacks. Because junk food is exactly what they need. I'm wondering if this shitty processed food is just crap they pulled out of their cabinets to make room for newer processed crap. But she's "not sure" when they're going. OK, GivingLynn. This is as believable as the last "donation" you did, Fatty. That is" not at all.
ShowerLynn is back, to tell us that she's about to shower because she showers, y'all, daily! First, she has to pretend that Rarity lays around the bathroom, waiting for her to finish showering. Sure. She's back to wearing a brace on her left wrist for some reason, and doesn't explain it. So, a physical attention-seeking device.
More importantly, she wants to tell us a fairytale about her psychologist. She emailed her psychologist and asked her about sticking with therapy with her. Perhaps Big Ham has forgotten about her supposed "new" psychologist, who wanted her to get labs done. LiarLynn proceeds to tell us the existing imaginary psychologist is willing to help her with her "losing weight" that is just as imaginary, even though she is a HAES type of deal, and she can help with Hamber's PTSD, which is apparently now canon in the Amberverse the same way her imaginary bipolar disorder is: DoctorLynn Medicine Woman back at it, self-diagnosing herslf with things designed to allow her to continue to refuse accept accountability and responsibility for anything. Just another tick in the column of Spamber not wanting to change anything, up to and including her weight. She just looooooves this psychologist SO MUCH, GUISE! Ignore those previous vlogs where Hamber was shitting on her. One final note: does this mean Big Ham is going to finally get those labs done?
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OK, with that stamped out, let us continue. Hamber claims that "people" have been saying her apartment is designed for wheelchair access, and no, that is NOT what they are saying, bitch. What they ARE saying is that it's designed to be somewhat handicap-accessible. And it is. It's why there's a walkin shower in the OTHER bathroom, which is the one that you use.
BarkBox for Twinkie, but we don't see Twinkie. Hamber wonders if there's a box for cats, and she'll have to look hat up. Fuck off. You know damn well there's a box subscription for cats. I'm sure there are boxes for birds and gerbils and all kinds of shit because total fucking idiots like you, with all the time in the world, can't be assed to get your pets something off the beaten path. Because you are a basic, boring, bitch.
Hamber is here trying to convince us that once a week. she takes everything - EVERYTHING - out of the freezer and the fridge, cleans it all up, wipes it all down, and organizes it. Let me tell you something, Fatty. Two things. One: if you're deep cleaning your entire fridge and freezer once a week, you have too much fucking time on your hands. Two: if you kept the shit neat and clean on a DAILY basis, you wouldn't have to devote any hours on a WEEKLY basis doing this sort of shit. Gives us before and after shots, which make it abundantly clear that these two lazy hogs do not need to go to the grocery store.
That same Evol thing is there. Half a bag of open corn. A box of tilapia filets that probably remains unopened, from the $300 Trader Joe's trip. Unopened gluten-free waffles. Basically, a freezer full of food from which at least half a non-beige meal could be made. Tilapia, corn. There, half a meal. Add some green beans or a salad, and there's your healthy meal. Or eat those Amy's meals. Or make chickenburgers from the ground chicken. Or or or or. The conceit you have that you're some kind of creative person is mind-boggling.
How many fucking ayygs do you eat? Why are there partial boxes of ayygs in this fridge? The bai bottle on the top shelf - remains unopened. A lot of cheese. Turkey bacon that remains unopened. The giant tub of spinach, not much changed from the "make a salad with us" vlog. Prepackaged deli meat. Wrap that tilapia in bacon - because we know there's no fucking way you would just bake it with maybe some lemon pepper, or lemon and dill - have the corn, and make a salad from the shit you're no doubt going to waste, before it goes bad and you have to get rid of it.
I'm going to be that person and remind you, Fatty, you entitled, wasteful fuck, that there are hungry people in this country (and world) who would kill to have that junked up mess you call a fridge. There are people who live in food deserts whose only easily-accessible grocery shopping is the bodega on the corner. You waste in a month more than some people spend on food in three. You DO NOT NEED to buy more groceries.
You want to know what this bullshit tells me? You're back to eating takeout between one and three times a day. And yet, you will go grocery shopping, again, and buy things you know you do not need, again, and that shit will be wasted because you can't stir yourself off your shelf ass to prepare your own food, again, food that you spent money you could have saved. AGAIN. You'e no going to Bora Bora. You're not going to Greece. The only place you're going is to an early grave, and you'll hit up evey last restaurant and shit fast food place you can before you get there.
Here are the after photos. No one can look at these and tell me she didn't throw out half the crap in the freezer and at least a third from the fridge.
To replenish all the space she made by throwing shit away, off they go to the grocery store. Since this is the amberverse, we don't get a running commentary on what she's buying and why. We don't get any voiceovers describing what they're buying. What we get is that anoying, looping, royalty-free childish music. Again.
Oh, look. No brace on that left hand. Amazing.
Seasoned bread. Mio crap. Cotage cheese. Big Ham isn't eating that, so that must be for the "gf". And we've now swapped the pickled baby corn for pickled baby carrots.
A bunch of desserts disguised as yogurt. Dessert disguised as coffee creamer. A prepackaged, processed taco kit. Something called "hint". I had to look that one up to see what it was. "Fruit-infused water". Just eat a goddamn piece of fruit and drink some fucking water. JFC.
Cereal as dessert, processed sauces - wtf do you need those for, DryGorlLynn? - more prepackaged deli meat, jarred spaghetti sauce, Impossible "meat", a case of root beer, bottled lemonade (squeeze some lemon juice into water and stir in some Stevia, Fatty), Impossible sausage, tuna in a pouch - opening a can of tuna is too much work - some random produce that is the same as every other time she buys produce. Add a yellow summer squash, and a zucchini. We've seen those same things appear in grocery hauls coming in. Never seen them eaten. That tells me that they rot down there in the crisper and she throws them out. Stop buying shit you don't eat, you all-consuming complete waste of planetary resources.
She ends the video abruptly. No outro other than an image card telling us she'll see us later. No doubt the next vlog wlll be the actual haul of all this shit. Actually, it will probably be two videos to cover the entire haul, the same way she did the Trader Joe's shit. Desperately try to milk those YTbux for your dying channel, Hamber, in your quest to remain relevant. It's the only entertaining thing left in the amberverse.
TL;DW/R: Fatty shows her moocow overalls like the Fashionista she is. Reminds us again that she showers. Tells us she is keeping her original imaginary therapist, and apparently kicking the new imaginary therapist to the curb. Throws away a bunch of crap only to go to the grocery to buy more crap to replace it. Typical amberverse kabuki theater.
Bruh forget the toilet. Her ass won’t even fit through the aisle. Not even sideways.
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It'd be like those videos you see where a trucker has forgotten to latch one of the back doors. They drive away, in the process hitting every single parked car on the way back on the road. All those aisle-sitting people? Sitting ducks for head trauma as her shelf ass clobbered them while she tried to squeeze through sideways.
Her wanting to go to Greece makes me laugh. Everything is hilly, narrow and uneven. For her, everything would be impassable, and that would be the easy part. What they don’t tell you in the movies, is that the place is hotter than hell in summer. If you like temperature like 40C, Greece is for you.
She can't even handle mid-70sF while she waddles her .6 of a mile. There is no way she'd be able to handle the heat in Greece. Or Bora Bora. Or Italy. Or almost anywhere during tourist season/non-wintertime.
- Why did she eat cheese with crisps ? Can't she legitimately eat anything without adding processed junk ? She bought spreadable cheese and couldn't get bread ?
It isn't the vehicle, it's the seasoneens. The only thing she can possibly taste a this point is garlic, salt, and pepper. I bet even onions don't taste like onions, and I know for a fact that brie-on-garlic naan - which sounds like some hick Limey village, or Gilroy, CA during the garlic festival - tasted like garlic crackers with cream cheese. The worst thing is that we know she had to have grapes or cherries or something that she could have eaten with it, down there in the crisper drawer, that probably rotted and she threw out.
- Why buy "brie cheese wedges" when you can buy actual Brie ? Can 'murican people tell me if brie is hard to find over there ?
It is not difficult to find, and the only one that actually illegal to import is the raw milk de Meaux. I can just imagine her squinting in confusion at an actual round of brie. "Hunh? Eat it at room temperature or bake it? Baaaaaay-BUH! We bought the wrong cheese!"
I don't think it would be something she wouldn't eat if someone else prepared a tasting tray, and either remembered to take it out to get the chill off, or baked it. She just wanted something that required zero effort, and she wanted it right then.
- Why did the people at Président decide to make those wedges ? I didn't even know this shit existed and had to check, it's basically just cream cheese (like the laughing cow) with "brie flavour". Never in my life have I seen it in stores here, so I can't help but wonder if this decision was motivated by something like "make cheese with less taste so the USA will like and buy it".
'Murica.
I don't want to think about it but I can't help but wonder how bad the deep creases between her hog trotters and ankle testicles must smell.
Probably like a very overripe brie, or maybe a Roquefort long past its prime.
No way she isn't in pain. Those balls will be dragging on the floor soon. Also, is she losing her hair now too?
Nice bald spot, Fatty!