Also sorry for minor PL but my next few might be a bit MATI cuz I am currently
very stressed 
and may let off some steam on our gorl. Anyway...
Vlogmas Part 15: Back to FATality
Tl;dw: opening shot of fatty standing in her home, currently waiting for maintenance, tries to be deep about how powerful the human brain is and says her memory is shit, spergs about how her BPD is causing her memory issues (uhm no fatty I think that is because you are a sped, and your brain may be the only part of your body that is without wrinkles), talks about how she sometimes completely blots out traumatic events (this is probably just to counter people correcting her on her mistakes, and setting the stage for future lies and the complete memory voiding of Rarity)
SHE IS STILL ON ABOUT THE TIKTOK (you know how you would get even more views just being yourself? Unleash the uspeakable horror that is your lymph layurrrgs, I can guarantee everyone will be talking about you), so now she's cleaning the fridge and-

Explains that the stuff in the Sprite box and in the lower tray is expired, but for some reason (retardation), she's still keeping it in the fridge as she's cleaning.
Also ngl her straining to reach into the fridge due to her massive frame and pathetic gunt having short arms is hilarious.

Suffer more fatty. Shows us the inside of the fridge after she's done cleaning and-


Fat fuck didn't even clean the trays. Anyway, goes shopping with mom (not shown on video) and presents her haul.

"So I've been ordering takeout a lot lately. Two times a day. Maybe even three, if I'm hungry."
Oh, and she says she won't stop ordering takeout anytime soon (she says she'll do 1 a day max but come on)? Good. That's good fatty. I'm sure your little freak will love you for it.
Anyway continues her grocery haul. I have some questions.

What the fuck is this? Are these pre-packaged hard boiled eggs without shells? Why the fuck does this exist and why would fatty need it? Would it overwork her smooth brain too much to just boil some eggs? Moving on, continues with her grocery haul and puts rotissery chicken in the microwave. She then proceeds to eat it after the haul (pretending like she didn't eat the entire fucking thing).
After eating presumably an entire rotisserie chicken, fatty gets an anxiety attack(?) over eating a stuffed olive.
Also lol I guess the choker started digging into her skin too much.
She panics because she didn't hear the pop of the lid when she opened them for the first time, making her think they've been opened before. Consumed with veritable fear over this, our brave everyday warriors chases down the olive with 2 pickles. Now, our heroine, intrepid as ever, needs to consider whether to just fucking get over it or toss them. So brave.
Anyway that's the end. Still spergs about the olives in the outro.