Back after a short detox from the amberverse to deal with real life things. I was going to do recaps for the ones I missed, but fuck this bitch, there's nothing at all new. Plus, all her crocodile tears for he junkie brother and her reaching with her T-Rex arms for an Oscar, combined with her newfound group of words she learned but cannot use in a good context/lecturing the audience on her fake BED and fake food addiction/trying to be Sigmund Freud, make me want to plant my boot firmly on her fat fucking face.
I did start a recap of her latest one, but it's pretty long already and I'm only four minutes in. Either I need to just put it up as a reaction channel or pare it down because I'm only getting 10 inches in the paper, not the entirety of it.
I'm going to jettison that and sum up the latest (Beating food addiction, denial, and anger") like this:
Hamber sits on her fat shelf ass, lecturing her viewers about what SHE means by "discomfort", which we all know is any time she isn't cramming food - or, if it's something she made, a food-like substance - down the abyss that is her gaping maw. And she goes on to validate what those in her audience have been telling her for years - namely, that she is going to have to learn to live with discomfort. he's acting like that or that she eats out of boredom.
Once again trying to retcon, saying now she's a food addict. Keep trying to cover up those three "official" diagnoses and your own self-diagnosis of BED, Hamber. Real psychs will know that you're a lying narc.
I stopped there, because I'm not gonna watch the rest unless I continue to cap it (still a little on the fence on that, as I don't want to take advantage of the indulgence offered me here.
Summing up: SmugLynn is fat and neither I nor anyone else would have sex with her -not even MG,W.
Now to go make up more moving boxes to pack. Death is really a pain in the ass, when it comes right down to it.
LATE EDIT: This is twelve videos in a row of her sitting on her shelf ass. Those frogs are already dropping like flies.