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her fucking upper jaw is so damn crooked.
Amberlynn Reid - 600 pound pathological liar and U-Haul lesbian moving in with her next live-in maid/nurse/girlfriend.
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Sorry for the double post, but I noticed she has 8+ containers of gerber baby food in her cart. Did she always eat baby food before?
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I didn’t see that. Although I tuned out mentally when Amber started lecturing us about how it’s okay to feel hungry and uncomfortable or some bullshit, whatever.
I did notice they paid 20 bucks for 4 bags of chocolate treats. And I’ll bet you 20 bucks that they’re all gone by tomorrow.
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maybe trying to play into the "dd/lg" speculations to stir up some drama?
I mean also they're basically just pureed fruit, adults can eat them too
but then again this is Amber, i don't imagine she'd even know this
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Is she going to be retarded and play a -trying baby food - game like she did with Becky years ago with Jade?
The way she gravitates towards all the food
patterned socks and boxers. She was so excited to find cup o noodle boxers wtf.
The way she gravitates towards all the food
patterned socks and boxers. She was so excited to find cup o noodle boxers wtf.
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What tall tales and excuses will she bestow upon us, the undeserving peasants, who should be more appreciative, less critical, at least in her eyes?
Keep lengthening those titles, Hamber, until YT just cuts them off at thecalorie character limit.
"Not in a good mood, right of the jump." Oh dear, imagine having to go to work when you're not in a good mood. Be a shame if you had the easiest fucking job in the world to do daily and still got your panties in a twist about doing it, Especially if you're Hamber and are probably going commando all the time.
Ah, the reason becomes clear: Hamber expects instantaneous results because she "didn't binge" and "didn't cave" to getting McD's, and she's up - shudder - horrors - .2! The fucking sky is falling in the amberverse. Whoop! Whoop! Emergency! Whoop! Whoop! Take cover!
Acknowledges that weighing yourself daily is a pretty stupid fucking idea, but of course, as in most stupid fucking situation type deals, she's going to continue to do the stupid fucking thing anyway. Even though this "fluctuation" (note: not a GAIN, the only things to celebrate are .2 weight LOSSES, which naturally she takes full credit for) has put her in a bad mood. Astonishing that you haven't dropped those 14 pounds already, the way you're restricting yourself, Fat Ham.
So basically, what we can expect is that when she inevitably gains here and there, she'll be all pissy about everything, because she hasn't reached "there" yet, after three days, wherever "there" happens to be - in this case, down 14 pounds. Can't wait for her to give up on this shit, as she always does. That's probably already in the can, as they say, given her penchant for fucking with her timeline.
Blah blah blah, Fatty yammering on and on about this shit, as if she has never seen this before. Better hustle up that getting used to fluctuations thing. It's really the only thing you're doing with this latest performative diet.
By the way: wash your nasty fucking hair.
First meal: "Not in it to win it today" so she's going to have a sodium noodle bucket, "Woke up with some tooth pain because I clench my teeth in my skleep, does anyone else do that?" JFC. Yes, other people do the same fucking thing. You're neither special nor unique.
Shot of the chalkboard with her SHAME of gaining .2 pounds, to 484.8, right there, for all the world to see! Goal for tomorrow (hahaha): 484.2. Calorie limit: 1700.
Laundry time. She's huffing and puffing with this minimal physical exertion. She's feeling "better" about her weighin; she knows that if she just sticks to it, the outcome is weight loss. Well, clearly not, Hamber. She's narrating the fucking laundry. Still rattling on about the fucking weighin, how she can see progress. Whatever. You could actually be losing real weight if you actually ate what you told the camera every day. But you obviously are not telling the truth: you're either eating more than the meals you report, or your calorie estimates are not even close to what you're reporting. At this point, with the first 10 days of eating shitty food, and now this continuation of that "series", you should be down at least 12 pounds, and really about 15. You are not. Ergo, you are doing something wrong or you're lying,
Of course they ordered takeout. You really are an unserious person. She got chili, a bag of blue tortilla chips. She's "trying" to order from places that have their calorie counts on their menu. She's also playing with those greasy fucking sideburns of hers. Stop touching your nasty fucking hair while you're eating, you dirty fucking pig. It's gross.
Chili taste test: Shoves some in her face, does her smacking thing - because, as we know, all great food critics act like fucking cows when taking a bite of a food, slurping and smacking it while they barely chew and throw it down the gullet to that first stomach. "Oh, she's good." IT IS NOT A FUCKING SHE, YOU STUPID CUNT. It's a bowl of goddamn chili. I have no doubt it's far better than whatever the fuck it is you call "chili". Asks the "gf" if she wants to try it. Then takes the "gf"'s food: "This is what she got. What's it called?" The "gf" says she forgets. Hamber shows it to us. Let me help you out: it's a fucking turkey sandwich with cheese on toast. There. Done. Fat Ham takes a bite, gives it back to her. Feeds her a spoon of the chili. Quality fucking nontent. Oh, FFS. The "gf" says "it's good" BUT "not better than your chili, though". Good thing you're already brown, "gf", because if you weren't, you'd surely be trending to that color for climbing up Hamber's ass with this bullshit.
Fat Ham actually believes this, so I guess we can confirm that the "gf" didn't have to work too hard to grift her way into the luxury apartment. "Why does everyone love my chili?" Hamber asks.
Well, because the people you foist it on all rely on you to be Ms Moneybags, and they're not going to fuck up their grift by being honest about your shit concoctions. That would be why.
She says she should have a meet and greet - LOL, sure, you'll do a meet and greet - and she'll supply the chili. Everyone else supplies the drinks. She then tries to come up with BYOB: "BO..wait..BYOB." All that fat that's being stored in her head and dumbing her down even further from her innate stupidity is delightful to see in action.
Asks the viewers if they have Jason's Deli where they are, or if it's just a regional thing where she is. Oh me! Oh life! of the questions of these recurring. If only there were a way for a business to have a spot where their information - menus, hours, locations - was handily collected for someone to peruse. It could even be searchable, so that if one were to type "jason's deli" in a searchable index, that informational spot could be found. The question, O me! so sad, recurring—What good amid these, O me, O life?
Rarity sighting, and Hamber ruins it, as usual.
Horrid tryon. The current bag is almost done. But Hamber assures us that we are not to worry! No doubt she has another bag of useless shit she won't wear on the way. It's a strappy dress, no sleeves, , and a fucking ugly one at that, at least on her. She loves the "buh-ens" on the front. She says her boobs are small for her body size. No shit. Wow, she's wearing pants that are not leggings and that are not black. Of course, those red pants don't go with that purple/violet dress she's wearing as usual, as a shirt. She insists the dress fits her "good" even though the waist seems to be up under her boobs, squeezing her diaphragm and you can tell. And of course, she'd have to wear a cardigan over the thing. I would too, if my upper arms were as horrifying as hers are.
Hamber really has leaned into her "excoriation disorder", Bet you're regretting choosing that one in your bid to up your sympathy points. Then again, you had no problem destroying your body inside and out by eating yourself to 600+ pounds and bedbound, so I suppose it isn't that surprising that you'd select this fake disorder to help that external damage ramp up. Choose something invisible like your fake ADHD next time, dumbass.
She will never wear this dress. Haha, just as I was typing that, Hamber comes in with a VO: she hates it. LOL. I bet you anything she won't return it, either. She'll just throw it on the Goodwill pile.
They're about to go "on a ride". Yeah, car ang-zie-tee and all, right? Such a liar. "I'm in a binging mood again." Whatever. You just want to stuff your fat face.
Stupid story about a spider hanging out by the door. She thinks this is an interesting and funny story. It isn't, Hamber. Skipping the rest of this shit.
Of course. The grocery store. Time to buy more food to waste. Hamber claims this is the Meijer she used to go to back in "2017. Wait, no. 2016. Whenever I was with Destiny." They lived in Lexington?
Grocery cart: sushi, "snacking [mozzarella] cheese", prepackaged salad. She interrupts the narration to tell us "there's been a rumor that I use a scooter". It isn't a rumor, you stupid fucknugget. You used scooters forever instead of walking. Instead, you rode yourself into 600 fucking pounds by being a lazy asshole who leaves scooters in the goddamned parking lot. Claims she no longer uses scooters, and hasn't in over a year. Easy enough to do when you're not leaving the fucking apartment, you useless, smug cunt. Just fucking get on with the rest of the groceries. Sriacha almonds. She's standing in front of the candied almonds now. They're buying a shitload of "snacks", that aren't "too unhealthy" except for the fucking sugar and salt and fats in it all. Of course they're buying a bunch of the candied almonds.
Now she's looking for ankle socks (lol) because she's going to start wearing her tennis shoes more. Good luck getting those socks over your ankleballs. Oh my fucking god: "When you're on a diet, you have to live with the discomfort." No fucking shit, Captain ObvFatto. It's just what people have been telling you for a fucking decade.
She's looking at all the clothing shit that had food on them. Another chalkboard, this one for the "office", another notebook, Moe shit they don't need.
Next meal: a fucking box of couscous. 750 calories. "If I didn't add butter, it would only be 600 calories. But I add butter because the instructions say to." Or, you could have had three ounces of baked chicken (187 cals, 0 carbs, 20g protein), 60g broccoli (21 calories, 4.3g carbs, 1.4g protein), 90g of that frozen corn you have in the freezer. just over half a cup (100 calories, 21g carbs, 3g protein) and a slice of generic bread (110 calories, 20g carbs, 3g protein), and you could even spread a serving of country crock on the bread (Light version, 35 calories per tbsp, 0 carb, 0 protein). 453 calories, and if you were still hungry, you could eat another serving of chicken. A well rounded meal, hitting all the macros, more filling, and healthier than a fucking box of carbs.
Just over 19 minutes into today's yawnfest. What are they going to do? A taste test, of course, of all the shit snacks they bought, because they went to the grocery store both late at night and without eating first. Fat addle-brained idiots on display. If I were managing the Hamber show, I'd have saved the taste test for another video, since there's little to no actual content to film. But I don't know YT like Hamber, obviously.
I am not sitting here listening to this fat fuck talk at her offscreen "gf" about shit they are taste testing. If you have more than on person doing this, they should all be on the screen. I am not interested in listening to someone mumble shit about whatever it is. Either be in the videos or STFU and stay out of them, Jade Francis of New York, currently residing in Lexington, KY. Skipping.
FFS. "My lymphedema is swolleen. From the car ride,waddling walking in the store." Just how far of a fucking car ride was it? You didn't drive ten hours to get there - there are two in Lexington. Stop using this fucking excuse for everything. YOUR DIET IS SHIT, You should be eating healthier foods and not sodium noodles.
She whines about someone commenting on her body shape/lymphedema and I could not fucking care less. You got yourself to that size and you have done, and are still doing, permanent damage to your body, all because you decided being a freakshow on the internet was a better job than anything in the real world. Well, now the real world has been knocking loudly on your fucking door for three years. And you haven't done anything with any sense of urgency whatsoever to stop it. Go cry to someone else.
TL;DW/R: Fat Ham is mad because she gained .2 pounds. Hamber eats: sodium noodles, takeout chili, small bag of blue tortilla chips and salsa, another entire fucking box of couscous. If you're keeping a vegetable count, that is a big, fat zero. Horrid tryon, a dress she gave a 7.5/10 and then a -2 when editing the video. At last, common ground between me and Hamber. They go to the grocery store, late at night, where Hamber smugly informs us that she hasn't used a scooter in a year, which is easy enough to do if you don't go anywhere. They buy sushi, cheese, and a bunch of snacks, which they then taste test after Hamber has her Box O' Carbs. Skipped that crap. One Rarity sighting, which she ruined. Whines about her lymphedema. Says she hopes to have lost weight tomorrow. But I thought this wasn't a weight loss channel? The End.
living with lymphedema, come shopping with me, & obsessed with food | 500lb gorl | episode 4 - July 19, 2022
Keep lengthening those titles, Hamber, until YT just cuts them off at the
"Not in a good mood, right of the jump." Oh dear, imagine having to go to work when you're not in a good mood. Be a shame if you had the easiest fucking job in the world to do daily and still got your panties in a twist about doing it, Especially if you're Hamber and are probably going commando all the time.
Ah, the reason becomes clear: Hamber expects instantaneous results because she "didn't binge" and "didn't cave" to getting McD's, and she's up - shudder - horrors - .2! The fucking sky is falling in the amberverse. Whoop! Whoop! Emergency! Whoop! Whoop! Take cover!
Acknowledges that weighing yourself daily is a pretty stupid fucking idea, but of course, as in most stupid fucking situation type deals, she's going to continue to do the stupid fucking thing anyway. Even though this "fluctuation" (note: not a GAIN, the only things to celebrate are .2 weight LOSSES, which naturally she takes full credit for) has put her in a bad mood. Astonishing that you haven't dropped those 14 pounds already, the way you're restricting yourself, Fat Ham.
So basically, what we can expect is that when she inevitably gains here and there, she'll be all pissy about everything, because she hasn't reached "there" yet, after three days, wherever "there" happens to be - in this case, down 14 pounds. Can't wait for her to give up on this shit, as she always does. That's probably already in the can, as they say, given her penchant for fucking with her timeline.
Blah blah blah, Fatty yammering on and on about this shit, as if she has never seen this before. Better hustle up that getting used to fluctuations thing. It's really the only thing you're doing with this latest performative diet.
By the way: wash your nasty fucking hair.
First meal: "Not in it to win it today" so she's going to have a sodium noodle bucket, "Woke up with some tooth pain because I clench my teeth in my skleep, does anyone else do that?" JFC. Yes, other people do the same fucking thing. You're neither special nor unique.
Shot of the chalkboard with her SHAME of gaining .2 pounds, to 484.8, right there, for all the world to see! Goal for tomorrow (hahaha): 484.2. Calorie limit: 1700.
Laundry time. She's huffing and puffing with this minimal physical exertion. She's feeling "better" about her weighin; she knows that if she just sticks to it, the outcome is weight loss. Well, clearly not, Hamber. She's narrating the fucking laundry. Still rattling on about the fucking weighin, how she can see progress. Whatever. You could actually be losing real weight if you actually ate what you told the camera every day. But you obviously are not telling the truth: you're either eating more than the meals you report, or your calorie estimates are not even close to what you're reporting. At this point, with the first 10 days of eating shitty food, and now this continuation of that "series", you should be down at least 12 pounds, and really about 15. You are not. Ergo, you are doing something wrong or you're lying,
Of course they ordered takeout. You really are an unserious person. She got chili, a bag of blue tortilla chips. She's "trying" to order from places that have their calorie counts on their menu. She's also playing with those greasy fucking sideburns of hers. Stop touching your nasty fucking hair while you're eating, you dirty fucking pig. It's gross.
Chili taste test: Shoves some in her face, does her smacking thing - because, as we know, all great food critics act like fucking cows when taking a bite of a food, slurping and smacking it while they barely chew and throw it down the gullet to that first stomach. "Oh, she's good." IT IS NOT A FUCKING SHE, YOU STUPID CUNT. It's a bowl of goddamn chili. I have no doubt it's far better than whatever the fuck it is you call "chili". Asks the "gf" if she wants to try it. Then takes the "gf"'s food: "This is what she got. What's it called?" The "gf" says she forgets. Hamber shows it to us. Let me help you out: it's a fucking turkey sandwich with cheese on toast. There. Done. Fat Ham takes a bite, gives it back to her. Feeds her a spoon of the chili. Quality fucking nontent. Oh, FFS. The "gf" says "it's good" BUT "not better than your chili, though". Good thing you're already brown, "gf", because if you weren't, you'd surely be trending to that color for climbing up Hamber's ass with this bullshit.
Fat Ham actually believes this, so I guess we can confirm that the "gf" didn't have to work too hard to grift her way into the luxury apartment. "Why does everyone love my chili?" Hamber asks.
Well, because the people you foist it on all rely on you to be Ms Moneybags, and they're not going to fuck up their grift by being honest about your shit concoctions. That would be why.
She says she should have a meet and greet - LOL, sure, you'll do a meet and greet - and she'll supply the chili. Everyone else supplies the drinks. She then tries to come up with BYOB: "BO..wait..BYOB." All that fat that's being stored in her head and dumbing her down even further from her innate stupidity is delightful to see in action.
Asks the viewers if they have Jason's Deli where they are, or if it's just a regional thing where she is. Oh me! Oh life! of the questions of these recurring. If only there were a way for a business to have a spot where their information - menus, hours, locations - was handily collected for someone to peruse. It could even be searchable, so that if one were to type "jason's deli" in a searchable index, that informational spot could be found. The question, O me! so sad, recurring—What good amid these, O me, O life?
Rarity sighting, and Hamber ruins it, as usual.
Horrid tryon. The current bag is almost done. But Hamber assures us that we are not to worry! No doubt she has another bag of useless shit she won't wear on the way. It's a strappy dress, no sleeves, , and a fucking ugly one at that, at least on her. She loves the "buh-ens" on the front. She says her boobs are small for her body size. No shit. Wow, she's wearing pants that are not leggings and that are not black. Of course, those red pants don't go with that purple/violet dress she's wearing as usual, as a shirt. She insists the dress fits her "good" even though the waist seems to be up under her boobs, squeezing her diaphragm and you can tell. And of course, she'd have to wear a cardigan over the thing. I would too, if my upper arms were as horrifying as hers are.
Hamber really has leaned into her "excoriation disorder", Bet you're regretting choosing that one in your bid to up your sympathy points. Then again, you had no problem destroying your body inside and out by eating yourself to 600+ pounds and bedbound, so I suppose it isn't that surprising that you'd select this fake disorder to help that external damage ramp up. Choose something invisible like your fake ADHD next time, dumbass.
She will never wear this dress. Haha, just as I was typing that, Hamber comes in with a VO: she hates it. LOL. I bet you anything she won't return it, either. She'll just throw it on the Goodwill pile.
They're about to go "on a ride". Yeah, car ang-zie-tee and all, right? Such a liar. "I'm in a binging mood again." Whatever. You just want to stuff your fat face.
Stupid story about a spider hanging out by the door. She thinks this is an interesting and funny story. It isn't, Hamber. Skipping the rest of this shit.
Of course. The grocery store. Time to buy more food to waste. Hamber claims this is the Meijer she used to go to back in "2017. Wait, no. 2016. Whenever I was with Destiny." They lived in Lexington?
Grocery cart: sushi, "snacking [mozzarella] cheese", prepackaged salad. She interrupts the narration to tell us "there's been a rumor that I use a scooter". It isn't a rumor, you stupid fucknugget. You used scooters forever instead of walking. Instead, you rode yourself into 600 fucking pounds by being a lazy asshole who leaves scooters in the goddamned parking lot. Claims she no longer uses scooters, and hasn't in over a year. Easy enough to do when you're not leaving the fucking apartment, you useless, smug cunt. Just fucking get on with the rest of the groceries. Sriacha almonds. She's standing in front of the candied almonds now. They're buying a shitload of "snacks", that aren't "too unhealthy" except for the fucking sugar and salt and fats in it all. Of course they're buying a bunch of the candied almonds.
Now she's looking for ankle socks (lol) because she's going to start wearing her tennis shoes more. Good luck getting those socks over your ankleballs. Oh my fucking god: "When you're on a diet, you have to live with the discomfort." No fucking shit, Captain ObvFatto. It's just what people have been telling you for a fucking decade.
She's looking at all the clothing shit that had food on them. Another chalkboard, this one for the "office", another notebook, Moe shit they don't need.
Next meal: a fucking box of couscous. 750 calories. "If I didn't add butter, it would only be 600 calories. But I add butter because the instructions say to." Or, you could have had three ounces of baked chicken (187 cals, 0 carbs, 20g protein), 60g broccoli (21 calories, 4.3g carbs, 1.4g protein), 90g of that frozen corn you have in the freezer. just over half a cup (100 calories, 21g carbs, 3g protein) and a slice of generic bread (110 calories, 20g carbs, 3g protein), and you could even spread a serving of country crock on the bread (Light version, 35 calories per tbsp, 0 carb, 0 protein). 453 calories, and if you were still hungry, you could eat another serving of chicken. A well rounded meal, hitting all the macros, more filling, and healthier than a fucking box of carbs.
Just over 19 minutes into today's yawnfest. What are they going to do? A taste test, of course, of all the shit snacks they bought, because they went to the grocery store both late at night and without eating first. Fat addle-brained idiots on display. If I were managing the Hamber show, I'd have saved the taste test for another video, since there's little to no actual content to film. But I don't know YT like Hamber, obviously.
I am not sitting here listening to this fat fuck talk at her offscreen "gf" about shit they are taste testing. If you have more than on person doing this, they should all be on the screen. I am not interested in listening to someone mumble shit about whatever it is. Either be in the videos or STFU and stay out of them, Jade Francis of New York, currently residing in Lexington, KY. Skipping.
FFS. "My lymphedema is swolleen. From the car ride,
She whines about someone commenting on her body shape/lymphedema and I could not fucking care less. You got yourself to that size and you have done, and are still doing, permanent damage to your body, all because you decided being a freakshow on the internet was a better job than anything in the real world. Well, now the real world has been knocking loudly on your fucking door for three years. And you haven't done anything with any sense of urgency whatsoever to stop it. Go cry to someone else.
TL;DW/R: Fat Ham is mad because she gained .2 pounds. Hamber eats: sodium noodles, takeout chili, small bag of blue tortilla chips and salsa, another entire fucking box of couscous. If you're keeping a vegetable count, that is a big, fat zero. Horrid tryon, a dress she gave a 7.5/10 and then a -2 when editing the video. At last, common ground between me and Hamber. They go to the grocery store, late at night, where Hamber smugly informs us that she hasn't used a scooter in a year, which is easy enough to do if you don't go anywhere. They buy sushi, cheese, and a bunch of snacks, which they then taste test after Hamber has her Box O' Carbs. Skipped that crap. One Rarity sighting, which she ruined. Whines about her lymphedema. Says she hopes to have lost weight tomorrow. But I thought this wasn't a weight loss channel? The End.
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She changed pants on camera, as horrible as this sounds, of course without showing the laygs.
But the way she changed pants was quite enlightening.
You know the saying 'I put my pants on one layg at a time?' Well, she doesn't, because she's too fat for that.
She first lays the pants on the dirty floor, then takes off her 'old' pants, then she steps into the 'new' pants, and only after that she is has both feet in them, starts pulling the pants up from both sides at once.
Yikes.
But the way she changed pants was quite enlightening.
You know the saying 'I put my pants on one layg at a time?' Well, she doesn't, because she's too fat for that.
She first lays the pants on the dirty floor, then takes off her 'old' pants, then she steps into the 'new' pants, and only after that she is has both feet in them, starts pulling the pants up from both sides at once.
Yikes.
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Maybe gorl is going to give us some handicapped, short lived "lose 100 el bees in 100 days eating baby food" shit that will last a whole afternoon before she's back on the Starbees lemonade and cake pops.
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Christ. Fat Fuck just has to fondle everything she sees.
''You can tell I'm hungry because I can't stop talking about food''. That is all you talk about outside of the ''pity me'' tangents. There is nothing else she has an interest in besides food.
Leaving your mouth hanging open when you're churning shit around in there is not dainty, she has no understanding of basic manners.
Does she not understand how unprofessional and rude it is to spend 80% of her vlogs talking to someone offscreen and not editing it out, especially when it adds nothing to the video.
I don't think I've seen others do this. The audience may as well be peeking through a strangers window and they'd get the same level of interaction they would when watching her sad vlogs.
HA HA HA HAAAAAAAAA.
1700kcal? You fucking bullshitting fuck knuckle.
''You can tell I'm hungry because I can't stop talking about food''. That is all you talk about outside of the ''pity me'' tangents. There is nothing else she has an interest in besides food.
Leaving your mouth hanging open when you're churning shit around in there is not dainty, she has no understanding of basic manners.
Does she not understand how unprofessional and rude it is to spend 80% of her vlogs talking to someone offscreen and not editing it out, especially when it adds nothing to the video.
I don't think I've seen others do this. The audience may as well be peeking through a strangers window and they'd get the same level of interaction they would when watching her sad vlogs.
HA HA HA HAAAAAAAAA.
1700kcal? You fucking bullshitting fuck knuckle.
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They did a whole baby food challenge shit a while back when she was in Florida with Dusty.. she may be dragging that old shit back out
@dfranki723 she speaks to people off screen cause she thinks it makes her look sooper popular and wanted. Bitch also has the attention span of a fruit fly shes done the same shit with all her other retard preteen boigorilfriends.
I mean the cunt would finger fuck her phone while on stream. She thinks it makes her look so kewl and wanted when all it does is reek of tryhard bullshittery.
@dfranki723 she speaks to people off screen cause she thinks it makes her look sooper popular and wanted. Bitch also has the attention span of a fruit fly shes done the same shit with all her other retard preteen boigorilfriends.
I mean the cunt would finger fuck her phone while on stream. She thinks it makes her look so kewl and wanted when all it does is reek of tryhard bullshittery.
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Did y’all catch the toddler’s “IwantIwantIwant” over some Lemon Shortbread Bites - complete with the grabby hand …
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Amber's fascination with preparing food that is ungodly dry or a bland goulash soup never ceases to amaze. Burnt meat chunks, dry couscous, her recipe of chili, sodium bombs of things with rice, underestimating calories, giant portions, etc. Even TV dinner lasagna and ordered food aren't safe from being scorched.
You called it on control, Amberlynn constantly interjected during episode 4.
It's "excuse" minus "what happened" plus "look what I can do!" multipled by "quirky detail." Classic Maniclynn formula in cyclical indignation before manipulation. I've noticed since Wipey came into the picture, stage 1 (redemption) and 2 (ignorance) of the cycle get shortened/compressed while stage 3 rides out longer than it used to. Jade is a weird wrench thrown into the Ambersphere, probably because she's a grifting feeder with an odd power dynamic.
You called it on control, Amberlynn constantly interjected during episode 4.
It's "excuse" minus "what happened" plus "look what I can do!" multipled by "quirky detail." Classic Maniclynn formula in cyclical indignation before manipulation. I've noticed since Wipey came into the picture, stage 1 (redemption) and 2 (ignorance) of the cycle get shortened/compressed while stage 3 rides out longer than it used to. Jade is a weird wrench thrown into the Ambersphere, probably because she's a grifting feeder with an odd power dynamic.
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If I knew how to do that, I would’ve done it.
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Legit the banana flavor one is fucking delicious. I'd totally eat it.
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Got sick of the ALR pic, look at this cat instead.
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I realize that rating you dumb won't fix the problem (but I did it anyway for good measure) so here's how to do it:
on top of the comment box, the box within which you type your comment, is a selection of buttons like so
Click on the one I've circled and add the youtube link to the little window that pops up once said button is clicked.
Back when I first joined someone very kindly explained to me how to do it. Feels wholesome paying the favor forward.
Love you, gorls!
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A Peach but Blue
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- Jul 4, 2022
Holy shit, when she does a closeup of the tag on her pants (why, ALR, no one fucking cares), you can see her disgusting fucking fingers and fingernails and even those are so nasty I nearly gagged. This woman truly is grotesque from head to toe.
Queequeg
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- Jun 12, 2021
Imagine being 31 and proud that you're not using a scouter in the grocery store. Gold fucking star Amber
Turd Fergusson
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- Jul 28, 2019
If only that were this simple. My minuscule experience has been with breast cancer surgery women who developed lymphoedema in the arm, especially after lymph node dissection. Endless wrapping, compression garments, and drainage. As far as her lymphoedema, I am not sure what she is expecting.
She mentioned that she has not gotten around to making an appointment with the lymphoedema specialist. I guess it is difficult with her very busy schedule. Those scratch art cards do not get scratched by themselves and these 5-hour trysts take quite a bit of her day.
She has been long enough in the medical health care system and looking at the internet that she knows that the doctor will put her on a low sodium diet, along with requesting her to lose a massive amount of weight. She will be told to do a lot more exercise and get someone to come to her flat to do bandages. She will have none of it, and this is the last time that we hear about this doctor.
Her title is "living with lymphedema". It is not "managing my lymphedema". As far as she is concerned, she just forgets about it till the next bout of cellulitis.