The lady with the lards and the sharts
Opening shot of Amber being FAT.
Disgusting. We ae informed and fatty spergs about mentulz (or how they're better when she is awake) and how she, who has no responsibilities whatsoever, has trouble sleeping. Claims she's gotten multiple 24 hour cameo requests, mhm, right. Talks about some shitty mobile game (Dice Dreams or smth) and wants people to join with her referral so she gets more rolls.
Opens up an Amazon packages. It's a scratching bed for Wasabi (I guess our gorly is splurging now that she only has to pay for half the amount of cat food). Then it's yet moe fucking perfume. Calls out her own batwings. Next she opens Mario Party Jamboree (yknow, I feel like Amber would be the worst type of person to play these games with. Bad loser, even more insufferable winner). Then we also have more stickers, and a thing to put dishes on to dry(?).
Oh. Joy. From one haul to the next. Groceries. Frozen burritos (that sounds disgusting, and Amber should immediately be handed over to Mexican cartels for making me aware that such things exist.), canned corn (2), two
things of chicken broth, aluminum foil, two
things of ground beef, and one of ground turkey, a
thing of bagels, a
thing of Nutty Buddys, whie rice, rotisserie chicken meat, some milk and all purpose flour (because she makes her own gravy apparently?), some Duke's Spicy sausages (I dunno this brand, sorry), scallions, 2 bags Beef Jerky, butter, cream cheese, garbage bags, bag of white onions, 3 potatoes, 2 packs of hot pockets, canned green beans (2), 2 cans of tomato sauce, 2 cans of petite diced tomatos, caramel rice cakes, doritos pop corners.
Third smeglatude (fuck you
@Shitted Scaredless ) shot, and I'll save myself some time by not going on a rant about how much of a baby she is. B12 mentioned again.
Cooking session. Fucking dogshit potato peeling. Shitty knife form. Spergs about anxiedeee. "I don't measure anything, I measure with the heart." Y'mean the heart that's no doubt enlarged as fuck? Hm, makes sense. Throws ground beef in the pan after she added the aromatics prior. And then drowns that shit in spices. I feel like I've seen this shit frame for frame before. Dumbass cooking taught about how she taught herself and shit. We get Ambo's take on how to pronounce worcestershire sauce.
"It looks exactly how I wanted it."
How is that, exactly, twice eaten but barely digested?
Maybe it's just me, but that looks too runny for gravy. Eh, maybe it's cultural culinary differences, maybe she fucked up, who knows. Surprise surprise she likes it.
We do not get a weigh in fuck you. "I'm not aiming for perfection." You never did.
The End.
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