No surprises here: clickbaity title and thumbnail. It's a no makeup kind of day. Nobody cares, you look like shit no matter how much crap you spackle on your moon face. WASH YOUR NASTY, GREASY HAIR, YOU FAT FUCKING SLOB.
Rarity! Hamber is not only not paying attention to the cat, but yammering at us about how she makes simple things complicated. Films on the camera, transfers it to her phone, and "edits" it there. That's the dumbest fucking thing, considering she has a perfectly fine Mac of some kind. But we all know what a wastrel she is. Finally does stupid babytalk at Rarity, then tells us it blizzarded overnight. Shows snow through the window then out the back door, says it looks like a white xmas, folks, looks like a white xmas. Thanks, Retard Two Times.
Twinkie! Hamber ruins things by talking. Twinkie stretches, Hamber says, "Don't be shy about it. Don't be shy about it." STOP REPEATING SHIT.
Shows just how much she cares about her supporters: a bunch of packages pulled from the PO box. Maybe you should check that more often, if you want to pretend you don't hate your viewers. She's going to open them off camera (why?) but first, the really important stuff: what she got MG,W and herself - I mean, what MG,W got her with Hamber's money - I mean totally bought with her own money for Hamber.
Hamber does her stupid slackjaw thing, still can't figure out how to open a simple box. Finally manages to get it open. Perfume! Something she surely could use more of! La Labo, which she's never heard of - makes two of us, but I don't pretend to love perfume or be a collector of them. Takes a sniff, gives us her beetus eyes.
It's no Burger King mook-bong, but I guess it will have to do. More stupid laughing. More baby, bayyyybeh, annoying as fuck. Hamber can't pronounce the name of the stuff, so decides it must be bougie. You're such white trash hickville, Hamber. Just pronounce it in the same retarded way you did doh-say.
Gift time for MG,W. Two today. First up: Game of Thrones monopoly. I wonder what the rent is for Winterfell. Instead of jail, do you go to the dungeons? Is one of the tokens the Night King? Hamber "doesn't get" MG,W's fascination with Monopoly. There's a lot we don't get about you, either Hamber. I can definitely see Monopoly being far too complex for Hamber to understand. "Baybee" Ugh. If I hate myself enough I'll go back across the video and count how many times they say baby and variations.
Next up: Lego Adidas, which MG,W says she has been looking at. Hamber says sometimes they will get TWO Lego sets of the same thing. Why? Why must you have duplicates of things? Why not just get two different sets that you both want, and you each put one together, then tear them down and swap? Hamber claims she "got MG,W into Laygoes".
STOP SAYING OBSESSED, FFS.
LOL. Still haven't made it to the homeless shelter. You don't say.
Hamber has opened the packages and letters from viewers. Slime, a letter, a lint roller because Hamber refuses to just buy one and roll her nasty fucking clothes. Typical crap that the third grade brain loves. More ugly ass clothes that Hamber will wear as often as most of the Torrid crap she buys before taking it to her dumping ground, Goodwill. How about next time, viewers, you send them something they actually need. Like a word a day calendar. Or a fucking thesaurus.
A viewer sent masks - Bambi and Faline. Hamber has no clue which is which (no surprise there, either). Hamber is already cackling and wheezing. It isn't THAT fucking funny, you smooth-brained retard. MG,W sorts them out for her and Hamber slides the thing on her fat fucking moon face and JFC HER ARMS.
Ever tried to put lid on a container or jam that's overfilled? Know how the contents sqooze out under the pressure of the cap being fitted? Apply that image to Hamber's face. Hamber, of course, starts doing her witch cackling, as if this is the funniest thing EVAR in the history of the world. MG,W gets her mask on, and they're both then standing in front of the camera, Hamber still doing her usual over the top, let's-see-how-much-the-neighbors-hate us nonsense.
On a side note, if I were living in the luxery apartment adjacent to Hamber's, I'd have moved long ago because of the nonstop food deliveries and her incessant need to fill every nanosecond of silence with her bullshit she thinks is so cute but is reality annoying as shit to everyone else. MG,W doesn't really sound all that impressed by her fucking cackling, either. That hoodie MG,W is wearing - the one that matches Twinkie's - is WAY too fucking tight.
Oops, wrong horror movie.
After wheezing and cackling a bit longer, Hamber takes off the mask, saying she needs oxygen. guess what, Fatty? If you didn't overdo everything, beating something down until it is no longer funny, you'd probably save yourself some of these episodes where you can't breathe. Then again, Hamber likely thinks her bullshit is a substitution for cardio.
I just hope they wear these idiotic masks and fall asleep in them. Hamber would suffocate thanks to her fat fucking face sealing the mask, allowing her just the air trapped in it. Cause of death: FAT
Gingerbread houses. Hamber has to tell us that of course she got extra decorating crap for the houses. It wouldn't be Hamber if she didn't extra nonsense she'll use once and then pitch. To make it easier on her fat sausage fingers, she dumps a bunch of the extra decorations into a bowl. When she's finished with her house, she's left with a giant bowl of decorations. Good job, dumbass.
Babe. Baby. Baybeh. Babe. Babies. Go fuck yourselves.
STOP CALLING INANIMATE OBJECTS SHE.
Blah blah blah gingerbread. Don't care. Skipping.
Aw, Twinkie got nonslip booties for going outside in the snow. Hamber ruins it.
Hamber still trying to convince us she has "a friend" in another country.
WLS update: they'll go over her paperwork, yadda yadda. Doesn't matter. Hamber is not getting WLS because she's undisciplined and will not be compliant. Gallstones: better since her beenge.
The closest we get to outside is Hamber opening the door to show us snow.