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Amber rilly thought she could waddle in there with wads of cash and a lifetime of successful manipulations behind her and BAM! Skinny Queen.
Amberlynn Reid - 600 pound pathological liar and U-Haul lesbian moving in with her next live-in maid/nurse/girlfriend.
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With Amber, what she does not mention is as important as what she is saying. If she had the meeting and was able to convince him to do the surgery "to save her life", she would have told us that she knows her body better than medical professionals and they agree to the surgery. Instead, it could well be that she had that meeting with the surgeon but he told her in no uncertain terms that she needs to lose at least X amount of weight for them to even consider approving her for surgery, and to stop pestering the dietician with endless questions. She probably gained about 20 pounds since this meeting, so this is why she was surprised. I think this WLS arc might be on its last leg as many expected. The next food haul will tell us if she is doing any sensible diet.
Absolutely not. Amber is blaming the clinic for not doing the surgery. It is never her fault. Do not forget that Amber blamed Becky for the cancer and then blame the surgeon who did the hysterectomy for depraving her to have a daughter.
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Hambutt was likely not only told to lose at LEAST tirdy poun' in one munt (completely reasonable and doable at her size), but she was also likely told that, NO, you can't just get the surgery even then.
This is a complete lifestyle overhaul, not a magic bullet. If they just performed the surgery, Hambutt would absolutely DIE (horribly ha, ha!) when she ends up "doordashing another cup of Sonic ice) and ruptures herself like a bona fide low functioning Prader-Wili.
And that's when we'll see her SHITBAG of a mother. Sorry--OPPORTUNISTIC SHITBAG.
These types neglect, ignore, neglect, ignore, until/unless there's the potential for Martyr points, asspatzz, or griftbux. Remember opportunistic shitbag showed up for "muh cancer." And promptly left never to be seen/heard from again. You'll be seeing the shitbag real soon regardless because either way, Hambutt is dying and Jade Francis is slowly backing out towards the nearest exit.
Love that for HURR!
This is a complete lifestyle overhaul, not a magic bullet. If they just performed the surgery, Hambutt would absolutely DIE (horribly ha, ha!) when she ends up "doordashing another cup of Sonic ice) and ruptures herself like a bona fide low functioning Prader-Wili.
And that's when we'll see her SHITBAG of a mother. Sorry--OPPORTUNISTIC SHITBAG.
These types neglect, ignore, neglect, ignore, until/unless there's the potential for Martyr points, asspatzz, or griftbux. Remember opportunistic shitbag showed up for "muh cancer." And promptly left never to be seen/heard from again. You'll be seeing the shitbag real soon regardless because either way, Hambutt is dying and Jade Francis is slowly backing out towards the nearest exit.
Love that for HURR!
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Why document something for yourself when it's all lies? You're going to look back on... nothing valuable, so why bother? (I know, it's for ad revenue and attention)
Amber is 32 years old and is in control of how much of what foods she picks up and puts in her mouth. The person responsible for her being five hundred whatever pounds is AMBER. The person responsible for that number going down is also Amber.
Legally an adult for what, 14 years now and haven't fixed that problem, eh FailureLynn?
Amber is 32 years old and is in control of how much of what foods she picks up and puts in her mouth. The person responsible for her being five hundred whatever pounds is AMBER. The person responsible for that number going down is also Amber.
Legally an adult for what, 14 years now and haven't fixed that problem, eh FailureLynn?
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Amber is going to have a new fear I think and that is the shooting in KY totally unrelated but she will mention them, you better god damn fucking believe it.
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I know I'm MATI, whatever, but here's the thing. I don't give a single solitary fuck about her trauma. She went to foster care (where she got to dance, play soccer, travel, was well fed obviously etc) but she's still crying like a bitch over it. We all have shitty times. No one gets out unscathed. This bitch is 32 with plenty of money and ability over the last decade to legitimately do therapy yet she hasn't. She bought the entire Torrid website and kept ubereats in business. And spare me the "I don't wanna talk about it" bullshit. Some 2000s facebook attention whore shit.
Either do something to address your "trauma" or shut the fuck up about it.
Either do something to address your "trauma" or shut the fuck up about it.
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The same reason that a writer will pen a fictional novel. Critics will pull them apart as well if the storyline is inconsistent or historically inaccurate.
She isn’t documenting something for herself. She’s story telling for her audience, and doing a piss poor job of it.
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I was bored and looked up the last two images in the thread….
Very nice. I wanted to know how AI would like them.
Very nice. I wanted to know how AI would like them.
Started with the easy head shot…a few art style settings and minimal verbal prompt so as not to influence the AI’s take so much….how did it see her?
A couple of weird art styles and simple word prompts…
And now for the interesting image….how would AI interpret this obese snakey monstrosity?
Different art style settings. Slightly different but minimal written prompt.
A couple of weird art styles and simple word prompts…
And now for the interesting image….how would AI interpret this obese snakey monstrosity?
Different art style settings. Slightly different but minimal written prompt.
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LOL, in that bottom row pic it turned her giant lump of back fat into a whole other person. 
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* turns around and fishes the script and AI images from the trash*
* Rips the stogie out of his mouth *
"This kid's a BILLION DOLLAR INDUSTRY!!!!!!!!"
* Points at the low-rent porn star rolling her eyes so far back she watches her IQ drop 2 standard deviations below the mean
"ACTION!!"
(Interview with THE BOOK STORE owner)
"These images--they're flying off the shelves like...nothing!"
"I mean...they'll only print so many. And when they're gone, they're gone. They just won't print any more!"
Random kid:
"My favorite is Minion potato with a house hat using its lamp posts to flip you off! It's great social commentary!"
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You're born to a couple of meth heads/drunks, and you get yoinked into foster care/a group home (and you use the terms interchangeably). The parents there suck SO BADLY that they try to limit your food intake because you're a fat fucking child who needs to have it limited. You whine incessantly until you get what you want because they just want you to shut the fuck up: food. This is tried again, along with giving you skim milk instead of full fat, and "force-feeding" you yogurt by simply offering it to you instead of the usual sugar-filled junk cereal. You routinely sneak food from the kitchen, eat multiple boxes of Girl Scout cookies, eat more than one lunch at school. Oh, did I mention that you're also a malignant narcissist and pathological liar?
You're now an adult, legally, so The System washes its hands of you. Out you go into the world. But now there's no one around to take care of you and your fat fucking ass when you whine. Man, that blows. Work - real work - is for peasants, not for highly intelligent gals like yourself. You may not know or care where Russia is on a map, but you've learned at least one thing: people are suckers for hard luck stories. So you start casting your net, finally reeling in someone. You march into their life, landing on their couch. You realize that this person, and their single mother, aren't what you had in mind, so you start casting out that net once more. Who cares if you treat these people poorly? They're vulnerable to it, probably used to it, and they ain't white, so who cares?
Finally, you get a bite. The next mark is a little awkward, but hey, aren't we all from time to time? You exit the current situation and head off into wow, so much better! The mark and their family have some money, they're not terribly demanding (even if they do eventually start making noise about working or heading to school), and you've found your space. For now. That whole "Hey, when you getting a job?" thing isn't something you want to do, and you don't want to go to school, because who wants to relive that? But your act gets crusty for them, and they tell you to take a hike. They do give you some time, though, and even keep you on the family cell phone plan for the time being, because, well, you're a hard luck story, aren't you?
Eventually, you move out and once again, you find someone to glom onto. You're just not into the single life. Someone might thing you're not attractive if you're not with someone. That'd be terrible, because you know you are. You practice duck lips to the camera so many times it's second nature! Isn't that what all the hot chicks do? The current mark has a job! And a car! And is fat, so won't mind eating out almost every night! And is not weird about the grotesque thing your body has turned into! Bonanza!
You while away the years with the current mark: first hanging out at one job with them, then getting an actual, honest-to-god GOVERNMENT job with them. Isn't it great? You can watch them and be with them 24/7. Eventually, the YouTube channel you started years ago starts picking up. It helps that the current mark doesn't have some strange behavior thing going on, because my god, how lame was that to not be talkative, even if you do love the sound of your own voice and think you're more intelligent than anyone you've come into contact with in your life? Not so THIS mark. Loud, brash, hypersexual innuendo, racist... feels like an extension of yourself! Then they suggest that you focus on your YouTube career and stop working at the secret government offices doing secret government stuff. Even if you did spend a third of the time in the bathroom, it still meant leaving the comfort of your own home, and that's for peasants. This must be heaven.
Then you notice something weird going on with this mark. They're getting awfully mouthy with you, like they don't know their place in your universe. When you take your shots at them in order to make sure they - and your audience - know that you are the superior being, they take one right back! When the camera's off, you be sure to let them have it and tell them they can't do that. They have the temerity to disagree with you, and your audience is openly speculating that there's trouble brewing. The mark finally kicks you to he curb, but you talk them into still sleeping in the bed with you, thinking that if you can exert that bit of control over them, they'll realize their mistake and start taking corrective action to get themselves back into the order the universe, or at you, dictates.
But your manipulation radar is broken, and badly this time, and the mark still says seeya. Now you have to find yet another, and get them trained, pronto! You continue with the fiction that all is well while you try to hook someone. It gets more difficult each time, because each time you're even fatter than you were, so it has to be someone local, and who is willing to come get you, because why learn to drive if you can get people to act like chauffeurs? Finally! You get someone, they come to get you and your stuff, and you realize you've landed with a bunch of dim-sounding country hicks. Well, it's a place to land, anyway, until the previous mark comes to their senses and retrieves you.
After awhile, the ground rules - your ground rules - are in place, you pay the rent, and in return, your stuff slowly takes over the house, with no one really objecting until you are banned from one of the bathrooms. Your YouTube career kicks into overdrive, and the money just flows in by the barrel. Truly, THIS must be heaven. you convince the newest mark to quit their job. In return, you buy them whatever they want, which seems to be graphic tshirts and baseball hats. They will drive anywhere for you or with you, have no problem running out to pick up takeout for you, and will even take you to The Cheesecake Factory - happiest place on earth for real! - two hours away even when they're exhausted.
Then, with a shocking immediacy, suddenly, the mark's attention is not fully on you. Their mom has cancer and is terminal. Sucks for them, but more importantly, sucks for you, because they are dividing their attention. There's only one solution to this: finally pay attention to an issue you've been talking about often enough that people will ask about and offer advice, the poor souls, but not so often that they expect you to rush off to the hospital. you save that for when you're ready to launch your plan. While the mark is off at their mom's place, spending time with the dying woman, you text them and tell them you think you have cancer, too. Ha, take THAT, dying matriarch! You take that issue you've been talking about occasionally, and make it front page news by posting up a bloody image guaranteed to get everyone's attention. They whisk you away to the ER, where they have the audacity to want to actually examine you. Like, whuuut? This is not in the plan!
They tell you they want to do an emergency procedure, and then you should go to a specialist. Shocked, you agree, and then wait for a call from them as to the status of what they removed. They do call, and say something to you but you zone out fairly immediately, thinking about how this will fit into the overall narrative. You absent-mindedly hang up and then start breathing heavily. Or more heavily than you usually do, anyway. You inform the crackers that you h-h-h-ave c-c-c-caan-n-n-cancer and they may the appropriate noises. You tell them you need to tell YouTube, and while they may think this is a little odd, they're used to it, so they go about their business. You decide on the spot that this would be a great time to move to the big city of Lexington! UberEats and DoorDash exist there! It's like civilization and you're ready for that after being stuck in this do-nothing, podunk town long enough. It further isolates your mark from their family and their lifelong friends in one fell swoop. Genuis!
You do the video and upload it to YouTube, then start figuring out how to tell the mark. And maybe, just maybe, you can get dear old Mama Meth to come do things for you, since she didn't do shit for you when you were growing up, so let's face it, the bitch owes you. You land in the civilized city of Lexington, in a very nice, upscale apartment right in the middle of everything! you do the thing with your ladybits, deciding that no matter how often you've said you are not talking about your health or weight ever again on your channel, you're definitely using this! And you do.
People have the nerve to question your story. But whatever, people have been questioning the things you do and say for years now, and it's made you so happy: haters have made you rich relative to how you grew up, and who knows where it could go from here? You get through surgery and recovery and things go right back to normal, even after the mark's mother finally croaks, and good riddance to that ungrateful bitch, right? Now you don't have to sit for a ride for hours back and forth to the mark's hick family events any longer.
Once again, you're blindsided: your faithful mark dumps you! How dare they! Well, they're just going to have to pay half the rent, then, even though you talked them into quitting their previous job, currently has no job, and only has access to your money, despite you having to pay rent anyway, with them there or not. You hop on the internet immediately, and find the next mark, but there's a bad omen: they do not want to be shown on the YouTube channel. At all.
Beggars and choosers, though, so you pull them in. They move in while the previous mark is still there, because you can't be sure when the previous mark will leave and you really just don't want to be alone, even though the new mark isn't exactly what you expected. The previous mark quickly moves out, good riddance. You discover that the new mark was serious about the "no YouTube" part, which you think is crazy and still hope to change at some point. Until then, you'll continue to film when out, making sure the new mark isn't in the frame. Because everyone who has watched your videos knows you want to lose weight (wink wink), the new mark wants to help you with that, so the two of you can go places and do things that regular people do,. Regular people are peasants, though, and its so comfy sitting at home while other people cook food and bring it to you. Life is good! The peasants keep whining about content, but that's what you're giving them. What's not to like about stuff you can do sitting down? It isn't like you can just go trotting off somewhere, after all.
Eventually, though, the noise from the current mark and the peasants makes you find a local-ish weight loss surgery clinic, get the info, and actually go - ugh - to sit through some stupid presentation. Combine this with the current mark's previous curiosity about your lack of followup appointments for your "cancer", and they've turned out to be a bit annoying. But if another useful fiction is required, though, you'll just do that: you attend the seminar, calling it an "appointment" with the weight loss clinic in your videos. There was, however, a spy alongst the peasants, who let it spill that it was an information seminar about everything involved with WLS, which sounded pretty gross when you stopped to think about it at all beyond how to clickbait it. You can explain it away later, though. For now, you need to pretend to like home cooking, but that means you get to do things like grocery hauls! Buying food, cooking some of it, pretending to love all of it? This could go on for many months! And the peasants love the idea of you losing weight and then undergoing WLS. Win-win. You, though, are not so sure about losing weight or the prospect of WLS and the loose, droopy skin that would result. No, that does not sound fun at all, and life's about having fun!
But you're finding lately that the Lego sets and scratch art and diamond paintings are not settling the natives. You're now pretty much out of pre-recorded material and you don't have the ability to film anything outside the apartment that doesn't involve walking, because the current mark works and doesn't want to quit. True, they work from home, but they're not willing to drop everything at a moment's notice to take you somewhere. You could take an Uber, but views are down - way down, if you're being honest, and who needs that? - and spending money on an Uber when that would buy more takeout seems like a terrible idea.
So you go all in on the WLS saga. Hopefully that, combined with clickbaiting your so very traumatic childhood will keep things going and eventually, the channel will rebound, even if you do put on 40 pounds (wink wink) between December and April, of which 15 pounds (wink wink) is between February and April. The peasants will never be able to tell, and even if most of them leave, that's just a great opportunity to draw in new peasants to work for you. It takes almost a year, sometimes longer, for peasants to recognize how you cycle through things. Ah, the sweet smell of new blood and more money. This must be heaven!
You're now an adult, legally, so The System washes its hands of you. Out you go into the world. But now there's no one around to take care of you and your fat fucking ass when you whine. Man, that blows. Work - real work - is for peasants, not for highly intelligent gals like yourself. You may not know or care where Russia is on a map, but you've learned at least one thing: people are suckers for hard luck stories. So you start casting your net, finally reeling in someone. You march into their life, landing on their couch. You realize that this person, and their single mother, aren't what you had in mind, so you start casting out that net once more. Who cares if you treat these people poorly? They're vulnerable to it, probably used to it, and they ain't white, so who cares?
Finally, you get a bite. The next mark is a little awkward, but hey, aren't we all from time to time? You exit the current situation and head off into wow, so much better! The mark and their family have some money, they're not terribly demanding (even if they do eventually start making noise about working or heading to school), and you've found your space. For now. That whole "Hey, when you getting a job?" thing isn't something you want to do, and you don't want to go to school, because who wants to relive that? But your act gets crusty for them, and they tell you to take a hike. They do give you some time, though, and even keep you on the family cell phone plan for the time being, because, well, you're a hard luck story, aren't you?
Eventually, you move out and once again, you find someone to glom onto. You're just not into the single life. Someone might thing you're not attractive if you're not with someone. That'd be terrible, because you know you are. You practice duck lips to the camera so many times it's second nature! Isn't that what all the hot chicks do? The current mark has a job! And a car! And is fat, so won't mind eating out almost every night! And is not weird about the grotesque thing your body has turned into! Bonanza!
You while away the years with the current mark: first hanging out at one job with them, then getting an actual, honest-to-god GOVERNMENT job with them. Isn't it great? You can watch them and be with them 24/7. Eventually, the YouTube channel you started years ago starts picking up. It helps that the current mark doesn't have some strange behavior thing going on, because my god, how lame was that to not be talkative, even if you do love the sound of your own voice and think you're more intelligent than anyone you've come into contact with in your life? Not so THIS mark. Loud, brash, hypersexual innuendo, racist... feels like an extension of yourself! Then they suggest that you focus on your YouTube career and stop working at the secret government offices doing secret government stuff. Even if you did spend a third of the time in the bathroom, it still meant leaving the comfort of your own home, and that's for peasants. This must be heaven.
Then you notice something weird going on with this mark. They're getting awfully mouthy with you, like they don't know their place in your universe. When you take your shots at them in order to make sure they - and your audience - know that you are the superior being, they take one right back! When the camera's off, you be sure to let them have it and tell them they can't do that. They have the temerity to disagree with you, and your audience is openly speculating that there's trouble brewing. The mark finally kicks you to he curb, but you talk them into still sleeping in the bed with you, thinking that if you can exert that bit of control over them, they'll realize their mistake and start taking corrective action to get themselves back into the order the universe, or at you, dictates.
But your manipulation radar is broken, and badly this time, and the mark still says seeya. Now you have to find yet another, and get them trained, pronto! You continue with the fiction that all is well while you try to hook someone. It gets more difficult each time, because each time you're even fatter than you were, so it has to be someone local, and who is willing to come get you, because why learn to drive if you can get people to act like chauffeurs? Finally! You get someone, they come to get you and your stuff, and you realize you've landed with a bunch of dim-sounding country hicks. Well, it's a place to land, anyway, until the previous mark comes to their senses and retrieves you.
After awhile, the ground rules - your ground rules - are in place, you pay the rent, and in return, your stuff slowly takes over the house, with no one really objecting until you are banned from one of the bathrooms. Your YouTube career kicks into overdrive, and the money just flows in by the barrel. Truly, THIS must be heaven. you convince the newest mark to quit their job. In return, you buy them whatever they want, which seems to be graphic tshirts and baseball hats. They will drive anywhere for you or with you, have no problem running out to pick up takeout for you, and will even take you to The Cheesecake Factory - happiest place on earth for real! - two hours away even when they're exhausted.
Then, with a shocking immediacy, suddenly, the mark's attention is not fully on you. Their mom has cancer and is terminal. Sucks for them, but more importantly, sucks for you, because they are dividing their attention. There's only one solution to this: finally pay attention to an issue you've been talking about often enough that people will ask about and offer advice, the poor souls, but not so often that they expect you to rush off to the hospital. you save that for when you're ready to launch your plan. While the mark is off at their mom's place, spending time with the dying woman, you text them and tell them you think you have cancer, too. Ha, take THAT, dying matriarch! You take that issue you've been talking about occasionally, and make it front page news by posting up a bloody image guaranteed to get everyone's attention. They whisk you away to the ER, where they have the audacity to want to actually examine you. Like, whuuut? This is not in the plan!
They tell you they want to do an emergency procedure, and then you should go to a specialist. Shocked, you agree, and then wait for a call from them as to the status of what they removed. They do call, and say something to you but you zone out fairly immediately, thinking about how this will fit into the overall narrative. You absent-mindedly hang up and then start breathing heavily. Or more heavily than you usually do, anyway. You inform the crackers that you h-h-h-ave c-c-c-caan-n-n-cancer and they may the appropriate noises. You tell them you need to tell YouTube, and while they may think this is a little odd, they're used to it, so they go about their business. You decide on the spot that this would be a great time to move to the big city of Lexington! UberEats and DoorDash exist there! It's like civilization and you're ready for that after being stuck in this do-nothing, podunk town long enough. It further isolates your mark from their family and their lifelong friends in one fell swoop. Genuis!
You do the video and upload it to YouTube, then start figuring out how to tell the mark. And maybe, just maybe, you can get dear old Mama Meth to come do things for you, since she didn't do shit for you when you were growing up, so let's face it, the bitch owes you. You land in the civilized city of Lexington, in a very nice, upscale apartment right in the middle of everything! you do the thing with your ladybits, deciding that no matter how often you've said you are not talking about your health or weight ever again on your channel, you're definitely using this! And you do.
People have the nerve to question your story. But whatever, people have been questioning the things you do and say for years now, and it's made you so happy: haters have made you rich relative to how you grew up, and who knows where it could go from here? You get through surgery and recovery and things go right back to normal, even after the mark's mother finally croaks, and good riddance to that ungrateful bitch, right? Now you don't have to sit for a ride for hours back and forth to the mark's hick family events any longer.
Once again, you're blindsided: your faithful mark dumps you! How dare they! Well, they're just going to have to pay half the rent, then, even though you talked them into quitting their previous job, currently has no job, and only has access to your money, despite you having to pay rent anyway, with them there or not. You hop on the internet immediately, and find the next mark, but there's a bad omen: they do not want to be shown on the YouTube channel. At all.
Beggars and choosers, though, so you pull them in. They move in while the previous mark is still there, because you can't be sure when the previous mark will leave and you really just don't want to be alone, even though the new mark isn't exactly what you expected. The previous mark quickly moves out, good riddance. You discover that the new mark was serious about the "no YouTube" part, which you think is crazy and still hope to change at some point. Until then, you'll continue to film when out, making sure the new mark isn't in the frame. Because everyone who has watched your videos knows you want to lose weight (wink wink), the new mark wants to help you with that, so the two of you can go places and do things that regular people do,. Regular people are peasants, though, and its so comfy sitting at home while other people cook food and bring it to you. Life is good! The peasants keep whining about content, but that's what you're giving them. What's not to like about stuff you can do sitting down? It isn't like you can just go trotting off somewhere, after all.
Eventually, though, the noise from the current mark and the peasants makes you find a local-ish weight loss surgery clinic, get the info, and actually go - ugh - to sit through some stupid presentation. Combine this with the current mark's previous curiosity about your lack of followup appointments for your "cancer", and they've turned out to be a bit annoying. But if another useful fiction is required, though, you'll just do that: you attend the seminar, calling it an "appointment" with the weight loss clinic in your videos. There was, however, a spy alongst the peasants, who let it spill that it was an information seminar about everything involved with WLS, which sounded pretty gross when you stopped to think about it at all beyond how to clickbait it. You can explain it away later, though. For now, you need to pretend to like home cooking, but that means you get to do things like grocery hauls! Buying food, cooking some of it, pretending to love all of it? This could go on for many months! And the peasants love the idea of you losing weight and then undergoing WLS. Win-win. You, though, are not so sure about losing weight or the prospect of WLS and the loose, droopy skin that would result. No, that does not sound fun at all, and life's about having fun!
But you're finding lately that the Lego sets and scratch art and diamond paintings are not settling the natives. You're now pretty much out of pre-recorded material and you don't have the ability to film anything outside the apartment that doesn't involve walking, because the current mark works and doesn't want to quit. True, they work from home, but they're not willing to drop everything at a moment's notice to take you somewhere. You could take an Uber, but views are down - way down, if you're being honest, and who needs that? - and spending money on an Uber when that would buy more takeout seems like a terrible idea.
So you go all in on the WLS saga. Hopefully that, combined with clickbaiting your so very traumatic childhood will keep things going and eventually, the channel will rebound, even if you do put on 40 pounds (wink wink) between December and April, of which 15 pounds (wink wink) is between February and April. The peasants will never be able to tell, and even if most of them leave, that's just a great opportunity to draw in new peasants to work for you. It takes almost a year, sometimes longer, for peasants to recognize how you cycle through things. Ah, the sweet smell of new blood and more money. This must be heaven!
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Fuck... and I thought I was a good writer.
Kudos. YA HIT THE NAIL SQUARELY ON DA HEAD.
Love
ya, Sitch.
Kudos. YA HIT THE NAIL SQUARELY ON DA HEAD.
Love
ya, Sitch.
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Polystyrene Glioblastoma
It's funny because it's true! - Trudy Wiegel
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A few things I'd like to add context, @Situation Type Deal Gorl, is Dusty was deemed racist for three days by the Redditfags and Callie for jesting "Jesus Christ is my nigga" in reference to the viral skit, years after she said it. That's one thing I loved about Destiny, absolutely no filter. Also, Amber's hysterectomy and refusal to take her estrogen (and lying about it) turned her into a huge bitch when menopause finally caught up to her during the Cankle Chronicals.
Good summarization of the major eras and some minor arcs and sagas of note in Amberlynn's life. I'm surprised that Jade still has not appeared on camera in any serious capacity, even after being found out in 2021. July 2023 will mark two years since we first heard about Jade during the Livestream Saga, which was sort of an interregnum between the Becky and Wipey Eras.
Jade's presence (or lack of) has been terrible on Amberlynn. She's not this fitness guru we were told she was by ALR. Jade isn't very entertaining with her off-camera or hoodie antics. If anything, Amber imitates some of her gruffness. There are more lies from Amberlynn and fakeness than there ever was with previous girlfriends. Amber rots in her luxury apartment.
Everything I highlighted consists of things Amber either does not do/say anymore, or has changed behavior on significantly enough to not be applicable. Note that all the fun, good, or interesting things have been wiped out or become a rarity. She stays in this... limbo of indignation more often nowadays. Amber tries to breadcrumb her audience more than she used to by saying "there's something else coming" or "I don't want to talk about it right now." Amberlynn Reid's fatass rode the cycle so hard it lost critical parts to keep her channel going strong; No improvements, only detriments.
Good summarization of the major eras and some minor arcs and sagas of note in Amberlynn's life. I'm surprised that Jade still has not appeared on camera in any serious capacity, even after being found out in 2021. July 2023 will mark two years since we first heard about Jade during the Livestream Saga, which was sort of an interregnum between the Becky and Wipey Eras.
Jade's presence (or lack of) has been terrible on Amberlynn. She's not this fitness guru we were told she was by ALR. Jade isn't very entertaining with her off-camera or hoodie antics. If anything, Amber imitates some of her gruffness. There are more lies from Amberlynn and fakeness than there ever was with previous girlfriends. Amber rots in her luxury apartment.
Amberlynn's cycle has been changed during the Wipey Era.
Everything I highlighted consists of things Amber either does not do/say anymore, or has changed behavior on significantly enough to not be applicable. Note that all the fun, good, or interesting things have been wiped out or become a rarity. She stays in this... limbo of indignation more often nowadays. Amber tries to breadcrumb her audience more than she used to by saying "there's something else coming" or "I don't want to talk about it right now." Amberlynn Reid's fatass rode the cycle so hard it lost critical parts to keep her channel going strong; No improvements, only detriments.
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Amazing. I like the fat kid with the little monsters best.
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It's so weird how she pulls in new caretakers. She seems too low IQ to be sinister, yet she somehow is. That's what entertains me about this tard, just how in the world does she keep manipulating others into caring for her?
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What amazes me about the Wipey era Alr said she was the “support she needed” not like that useless Becky support.
What’s changed? The calendar.
What’s changed? The calendar.
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I went back and forth on including it, and finally decided to add it because it is part of the (long) running joke about both of them.
MG,W doesn't have an online presence at all that I've been able to find (beyond LinkedIn). If she does, it's damn well hidden. Maybe she read Extreme Privacy (Michael Bazzell). It doesn't surprise me she's been able to stay off the channel. Some people might deem it silly at this point, considering the image of her with Twinkie caught in the wild, so why not just appear on camera? Probably because that image is not all that easily found, so the meter remains at zero. I've no doubt Hamber has whined at her about it now and then. I keep wondering if MG,W has a completely anonymized account somewhere that talks about her life and how sweet it is while regularly slagging on Hamber.
The move to Lexington doomed her, really. Ditching a bunch of side characters when you're not vey interesting on your own is a killer.
I think Hamber wasn't as happy as she thought she would be when MG,W showed up on her doorstep. I think she was incredibly disappointed, in fact, but Becky had a foot out the door already and probably wasn't going to put up with her shit much longer.
This is what happens when a well oiled machine (the cycle that brings in the YTBux) gets grit in the gears (MG,W). I have no doubt Hamber is pissed af about her checks being lighter and MG,W continuing to be unwilling to be on camera. She even tried the "things I don't want to talk about it" in a video about how it's trauma's fault she's a lardass. It's insane, and she's lost that thread that kept her tethered to haydur nation. They're so bored, some of them wrap up 2-3 of her shit videos in one just to get through them.
The total lack of exercise is probably going to kill her. She'll get a clot, it'll break loose, and it'll be lights out for her in an instant.
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final binge diagnosis, going back on medication, & I might be suffering with ptsd | vlog
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Bitch, you *know* when you are suffering from PTSD.