Amberlynn Reid - 600 pound pathological liar and U-Haul lesbian moving in with her next live-in maid/nurse/girlfriend.

[formerfatcow]

She's back on YouNow with rafe right now.

 

[Barbarella]

She's back on YouNow with rafe right now.

Bitch must really need money. Her fans are gonna run out with these two a day chats happening.

 

[wahhhmbulance]

Honestly I think she does and she's using amber in order to finally expose her, you could tell how pissed she was while trying to read her levels lol

I think Rape is using her but just for views. She doesn't strike me as smart enough to pretend to be buddy-buddy with someone she actually hates. She's a mess but more of a Sharla type that says exactly what she thinks than a sneaky Dana who spills the tea by private message.

I predict Rape'll stop hanging out with AL once she gets enough of a come-up to start her own youtube channel.

 

[Xenomorph]

She says shes tipsy and someone suggested they play Truth or Dare lol... truth

 

[SpacePanther]

Shocked she got 110 BUT you can also have the opposite effect because of obesity which is anemia and 110 is a sign of a that, i hit 90 and ended up in hospital, gurllll is sick

Edit: I'm from Australia maybe we use different numbers here but 110 isn't that great either

Numbers are different between you guys and America.

Got into an argument with someone from either Australia or UK because I thought they were crazy saying some number was a good number when for diabetics it was a horrible number. I believe the goal for diabetics and even non diabetics is between 90-120.

 

[Maggots on a Trainwreck]

Wanted to make 'em uglier, especially HAMber. But I'm tired. Maybe tomorrow...

 

[formerfatcow]

She's on with Peter Monn now

 

[FeedMeLobsterNow]

Took it upon myself, sorry it's so long and rushed!

Spoiler: Ihopeyoulikeit!

I sighed in discontent, making somewhat of a show of it, but the sound was lost under the nasally singing sensations of Rafe's wife. I think her name was Hannah? I had been in the back seat for a good 30 minutes, and was tugging on the bungee chords securing my seat belt in place. The discomfort was making the repetitive southern drawal resonating through the car all the more insufferable. "No one had to put up with this seat belt nonsense back in the day, gorl!" Came the brilliant voice in her mind.
I glared at Rafe, her perky demeanor genuinely enjoying the sounds gurgling from her wife, and stroking her meaty fingers over the red faced womans sausagy appendages which lay on the center console. "Gorl, that's your attention they're using!" Came the familiar voice of comfort and reason. I knew I was the center of the universe, but to have a moment of my time shared was more uncomfortable than the bungee chords digging into my fupa.
"Are we almost at Texas Roadhouse yet?" I whined delicately, my dainty pleads sending the nauseating country song to an abrupt hault, and Rafe's other half glared at me through the rear view mirror. "Gorl, she's just jealous you're petite angel voice is better than her singing." I had to agree with my inner voice, and decided to not put much thought into the side ways glance.
"Almost!" Rafe promised, her snaggle tooth beaming at me from behind her perky grin.
The sun was going down, and I looked at the clock on my phone. We had been driving for almost 30 minutes. I sighed and desperately stroked the lining of my old kitty lunch box for crumbs of wheat thins. I had only packed myself a few carrots, some hummus, wheat thins, green olives, tuna and left over rice for the trip. I had already gone through the entire thing. I glared at Hannah through bulging slits of fat crowding my eyes. The greedy disaster asked for one of my olives, and to try my pine nut hummus. Wanting to stay in their good graces for potential leech material I begrudgingly complied.
I sighed at the deprivation my body was now experiencing, I closed my eyes and dreamed of fried pickles and the seasoned rice and steak I was going to get at Texas Roadhouse. I openned them and longingly looked out the window, watching the vultures pick at the roadkill on the highway, it looked like a deer demolished by a monster truck in the night life.
My stomach growled as I wondered what the deer and turkey vultures tasted like. "How much longerrrrr?" I asked again. It was beginning to get dark. The vehicle slowed as we pulled into a familiar shed. I felt confused.
"We're here," Rafe smirked.
My stomach sank, I felt more confused than I did about the geographic location of Poconos.
"Like wha-- Where are we?" I tried, and searched their faces. Thinking maybe for a second this was a joke.
"We're here." Hannah said lowly.
"You guys said we were going to Texas Roadhouse?" I said incredulously.
"We had something better in mind." Rafe explained.
My jaw dropped. There's no Roadhouse?!?
"NO!" I screeched loudly. "NO, RAFE! This is NOT okay! Gorl, for real, this isn't even fucking funny! Sorry to swear, that's not the kind of person I am!" I said rambling desperately, "But this is ridic, for real, you said we were going to eat. This is not something you can lie about we're not talking about piddly little scale numbers that you're embellishing. This isn't what you're eating or rape. You said we were going to Texas Roadhouse and that is NOT something you can lie about!" I said tears of rage forming in the corners of my eyes at the betrayel.
Rafe sighed, and I saw a twinge of guilt sparkle behind her eyes. "Look, Amberlynn Hannah and I have been watching you for a while and... well--" Her eyes diverted from mine and they searched the ground as if looking for an explanation, but Hannah didn't have the patience.
She whipped a gun out at me "We watched you for months! My mama has been dying, we hardly make any money, do you know what SSI gives you for anxiety and back problems?!" Hannah sang-screeched in a catchy repetitive tune. I lamely shook my head, my necks rippling under the force of the movement.
"NOT ENOUGH! We're rotting here watching my mama die, times are hard for us! We had to eat a peacock last month! But Rafe was a loyal subscriber! She watched you for years. Going to Chilis, drinking fancy water, buying chokers and matching earrings. We need your choker fund, Amberlynn! Or my mama will die!" Hannah sang-screamed desperately, her flabby thumb pulling back the hair-trigger in a sickening click. I gulped.
"Gorl, forreal, get a grip like woah!" I started to reason, Hannah menaced and pointed at me, steadfast.
"Guys! I hardly make any ad revenue. Do you have any idea how hard I try to keep my subscribers happy? Nothing I do is ever enough for them! Please! All I have to my name are my chokers, twinkie, like literal twinkies, some elf makeup and my phones! I'm totally broke, why do you think I was buddying up with you guys? Y'all had a house and liked me! Like lezzbe honest!" I said, which was probably the most honest thing I've ever spouted in my life, almost.
"That's not all, Amberlynn." Rafe supplied darkly.
"What?" I asked desperately. My stomach sunk I tried not to show it, but I was starting to worry they probably new I was being caught in another lie.
"Give it to us." Hannah whispered darkly.
"You can't possibly mean..." I started, still hesitant in case my hunch was wrong.
Rafe side, and looked me dead in the eye. "Give us your bra, Amber."
I gasped and lifted my arms up and tried my best to cover my most prized possesion, my arms stopped desperately clenching about a foot away from my cleavage. "Anything but that, how could you have known!"
"Oh, come on, Amber!" Hannah vocalized, her voice almost breaking from song, and impatience making a deathly slow beat I would have gotten down to if the situation wasn't so like-whaa? Forreal!
"We've been watching you guard your precious bra for years now, and have meticulously deciphered the one reason it is so treasured and always on your person must not be the filthy garmet but the contents it contains." Hannah sang. My jaw dropped how could I have been so careless?!
"GIVE IT TO US AMBER!" Hannah screamed again, shoving the gun into my face. I cried and began to hesitantly strip off my trendy kimono and tank top. "FASTER!" Hannah prouded singing in a death metal voice now.
I sobbed as I unhooked the metal clasp and threw the disgusting raggedy piece of fabric at my traitors.
Rafe ran to the garment and huffed from the feat of jogging at an elderly pace for 2 minutes, limping with her shin splits back to her wife who took the bra from her hands.
She easily ripped the warn fabric of the bra and slipped out of the cups of my most prized possesion.
Years ago when I first obtained my bra in high school, I had a class trip to a coal mine. It was a stretch, but she supposed it was all the teachers could think of. And after a few pieces accidentally lodged into my bra, the years of heat and stress from my dainty rolls formed several diamonds lining the interior I decided to guard for years. I was saving the diamonds for DIY chokers and a storytime video. I cried as I thought of my loss.
Hannah and rafe, huffed back into their car after confiscating my phone, leaving me alone and braless on the dirt. And I cried there for almost an hour before getting hungry and deciding to find food. I waddled along the dark dirt roads of Kentucky like maggots on a train and sniffled at the loss of my treasure until a familiar car pulled up beside me.
The driver rolled down her window, "destiny?" I whispered. She rolled her eyes and Dana begrudgingly openned the back door and handed me a bungee chord. "Get in we're going to wal mart." Destiny said curtly. I sighed in relief "Thank GAWD!" I said as I poured myself lard first into the vehicle.
"Can we go to McDonalds? I haven't ee-uhn all day." I said closing the door.

That made my day. Thanks. You got a lot in there

In her next Vlog (if you wanna call it that), she'll be all, 'ggorrrllll slaayyy! I don't have diabetes!'. She'll remind us of the 110 score, more than how she ONCE lost 89 pounds

She really should get a HgA1c to see how close she is to getting the beetus. Rafe should explain that to her because I'm sure she doesn't know what that is.

 

[Token_Texan]

That made my day. Thanks. You got a lot in there

Thanks for reading! Ugh, sorry I spun it out so quickly I tried to get some of the mistakes but it's late. I'll revisit it later.

 

[GORL PLZ]

She's guesting anyone that wants to on younow right now.

 

[Derpaherp]

This younow is by far one of the worst and most entertaining.

I have some video clip grabs but I don't know how to post them. Sorry no0b probs.

I also asked her what her real name was... amber or amberlynn and she still is on the real name being amberlynn kick.

 

[AlineBawb]

Started with a 15 year old summerfag this morning, Peter Monn tonight and now she's willing to speak with anyone?
FUCK YES.

I love how Amber can not grasp the concept of moderation.

 

[GORL PLZ]

Can't tell if this guys trolling or not.

 

[MonsterTruckLives@Night]

I can't either but dammit this is the most interesting she has been in weeks

 

[Rotogravure]

Can't tell if this guys trolling or not.

I don't know, he asks super fucking weird questions in the chat and I can't tell from them either.

 

[AlineBawb]

Can't tell if this guys trolling or not.

He's not. He's some super fan/weirdo. He wanted to start an after show for her youtube a while back

 

[Coda]

Jesus Christ. She was digging in some sour patch kids and was eating them. I could hear her slurping, chewing and the intense heavy breathing that came along with it very clearly.

 

[Derpaherp]

https://www.younow.com/Raeraeshanayna/25352913/36432875/f7223bgd/m

https://www.younow.com/Raeraeshanayna/25352798/36432875/cc1e00yn/m

Also... rafe was wearing a tie dye shirt and I really did at first glance think it was a bean bag. Sorry not sorry

And the fibromyalgia... LIKE WUTTTTTT. GORL that's just your body weight smothering you like, legit.

 

[Literal Chokers]

Took it upon myself, sorry it's so long and rushed!

Spoiler: Ihopeyoulikeit!

I sighed in discontent, making somewhat of a show of it, but the sound was lost under the nasally singing sensations of Rafe's wife. I think her name was Hannah? I had been in the back seat for a good 30 minutes, and was tugging on the bungee chords securing my seat belt in place. The discomfort was making the repetitive southern drawel resonating through the car all the more insufferable. "No one had to put up with this seat belt nonsense back in the day, gorl!" Came the brilliant voice in her mind.
I glared at Rafe, her perky demeanor genuinely enjoying the sounds gurgling from her wife, and stroking her meaty fingers over the red faced woman's sausagey appendages which lay on the center console. "Gorl, that's your attention they're using!" Came the familiar voice of comfort and reason. I knew I was the center of the universe, but to have a moment of my time shared was more uncomfortable than the bungee chords digging into my fupa.
"Are we almost at Texas Roadhouse yet?" I whined delicately, my dainty pleads sending the nauseating country song to an abrupt halt, and Rafe's other half glared at me through the rear view mirror. "Gorl, she's just jealous your petite angel voice is better than her singing." I had to agree with my inner voice, and decided to not put much thought into the side ways glance.
"Almost!" Rafe promised, her snaggle-tooth beaming at me from behind her perky grin.
The sun was going down, and I looked at the clock on my phone. We had been driving for almost 30 minutes. I sighed and desperately stroked the lining of my old kitty lunch box for crumbs of wheat thins. I had only packed myself a few carrots, some hummus, wheat thins, green olives, tuna and left over rice for the trip. I had already gone through the entire thing. I glared at Hannah through bulging slits of fat crowding my eyes. The greedy disaster asked for one of my olives, and to try my pine nut hummus. Wanting to stay in their good graces for potential leech material I begrudgingly complied.
I sighed at the deprivation my body was now experiencing, I closed my eyes and dreamed of fried pickles and the seasoned rice and steak I was going to get at Texas Roadhouse. I opened them and longingly looked out the window, watching the vultures pick at the roadkill on the highway, 'it looked like a deer demolished by a monster truck in the night life' I thought poetically.
My stomach growled as I wondered what the deer and turkey vultures tasted like. "How much longerrrrr?" I asked again. It was beginning to get dark. The vehicle slowed as we pulled into a familiar shed. I felt confused.
"We're here," Rafe smirked.
My stomach sank, I felt more confused than I was about the geographic location of Poconos.
"Like wha-- Where are we?" I tried, and searched their faces. Thinking maybe for a second this was a joke.
"We're here." Hannah said slowly, her voice a low melodic husk.
"You guys said we were going to Texas Roadhouse?" I gawked incredulously.
"We had something better in mind." Rafe explained.
My jaw dropped.
"NO!" I screeched loudly. "NO, RAFE! This is NOT okay! Gorl, for real, this isn't even fucking funny! Sorry to swear, that's not the kind of person I am!" I said rambling desperately, "But this is ridic, for real, you said we were going to eat. This is not something you can lie about we're not talking about piddly little scale numbers that you're embellishing. This isn't what you're eating or rape. You said we were going to Texas Roadhouse and that is NOT something you can lie about!" I said tears of rage forming in the corners of my eyes at the severity of their betrayal.
Rafe sighed, and I saw a twinge of guilt sparkle behind her eyes. "Look, Amberlynn. Hannah and I have been watching you for a while and... well--" Her eyes diverted from mine and they searched the ground as if looking for an explanation, but Hannah didn't have the patience.
She whipped a gun out at me "We watched you for months! My mama has been dying, we hardly make any money, do you know what SSI gives you for anxiety and back problems?!" Hannah sang-screeched in a catchy repetitive tune. I lamely shook my head, my necks rippling under the force of the movement.
"NOT ENOUGH! We're rotting here watching my mama die, times are hard for us! We had to eat a peacock last month! But Rafe was a loyal subscriber! She watched you for years. Going to Chili's, drinking fancy water, buying chokers and matching earrings. We need your choker fund, Amberlynn! Or my mama will die!" Hannah sang-screamed desperately, her flabby thumb pulling back the hair-trigger in a sickening click. I gulped.
"Gorl, forreal, get a grip like woah!" I started to reason, Hannah's entire face pulled itself in a beefy red menacing steak that made me hungry for the Texas Roadhouse I wouldn't get and pointed her gun at me, steadfast.
"Guys! I hardly make any ad revenue. Do you have any idea how hard I try to keep my subscribers happy? Nothing I do is ever enough for them! Please! All I have to my name are my chokers, twinkie, like literal twinkies, some elf makeup, perfumes, and my phones! I'm totally broke! Why do you think I was buddying up with you guys? Y'all had a house and liked me! Like lezzbe honest." I said, which was probably the most honest thing I've ever spouted in my life, almost.
"That's not all, Amberlynn." Rafe supplied darkly.
"What?" I asked desperately. My stomach sank I tried not to show it, but I was starting to worry they probably knew I was being caught in another lie.
"Give it to us." Hannah whispered darkly.
"You can't possibly mean..." I started, still hesitant in case my hunch was wrong.
Rafe sighed, and looked me dead in the eye. "Give us your bra, Amber."
I gasped and lifted my arms up and tried my best to cover my most prized possession, my arms stopped desperately clenching about a foot away from my cleavage. "Anything but that, how could you have known!"
"Oh, come on, Amber!" Hannah vocalized, her voice almost breaking from song, and impatience making a deathly slow beat I would have gotten down to if the situation wasn't so like-whaa? Forreal!
"We've been watching you guard your precious bra for years now, and have meticulously deciphered the one reason it is so treasured and always on your person must not be the filthy garment but the contents it contains." Hannah sang. My jaw dropped how could I have been so careless?!
"GIVE IT TO US AMBER!" Hannah screamed again, shoving the gun into my face. I cried and began to hesitantly strip off my trendy kimono and tank top. "FASTER!" Hannah prodded singing in a death metal voice now.
I sobbed as I unhooked the metal clasp and threw the disgusting raggedy piece of fabric at my traitors.
Rafe ran to the garment and huffed from the feat of jogging at an elderly pace for 2 minutes, limping with her shin splits back to her wife who took the bra from her hands.
She easily ripped the worn fabric of the bra and slipped out of the cups of my most prized possession.
Years ago when I first obtained my bra in high school, I had a class trip to a coal mine. It was a stretch, but I supposed it was all the teachers could think of. And after a few pieces accidentally lodged into my bra, the years of heat and stress from my dainty rolls formed several diamonds lining the interior I decided to guard them for years. I was saving the diamonds for DIY chokers and a story time video. I cried as I thought of my loss.
Hannah and Rafe, huffed back into their car after confiscating my phone, leaving me alone and braless on the dirt. And I cried there for almost an hour before getting hungry and deciding to find food. I waddled along the dark dirt roads of Kentucky like maggots on a train and sniffled at the loss of my treasure until a familiar car pulled up beside me.
The driver rolled down her window, "destiny?" I whispered. She rolled her eyes and Dana begrudgingly opened the back door and handed me a bungee chord. "Get in we're going to Wal-Mart." Destiny said curtly. I sighed in relief "Thank GAWD!" I said as I poured myself lard first into the vehicle.
"Can we go to McDonalds? I haven't ee-uhn all day." I said closing the door.

*edited for my atrocious spelling and grammar being lazier than hamber

I AM DECEASED. I LOVE YOU FOR THIS

 

[Barbarella]

Thanks for reading! Ugh, sorry I spun it out so quickly I tried to get some of the mistakes but it's late. I'll revisit it later.

I died at the peacock and it just kept getting better! I was wheezing like Hamber by the end.

Great job!