Amberlynn Reid - 600 pound pathological liar and U-Haul lesbian moving in with her next live-in maid/nurse/girlfriend.

[Arrested For YT Crimes]

y’all are as bad as AL with your reading comprehension. calm urselves

 

[JayBlue]

I’m currently living where AL grew up. There is a large Hispanic, Portuguese, and white population.

 

[Xenomorph]

I'm not sure what kind of "nigga privileges" you think she's taking (lol?), but considering the places Amber has lived, I'm not sure there were any black guys around to impress.

She simply appropriates fag slang and internet slang, both of which have taken a lot from black culcha

You know why? She thinks because she is a lesbo she can roll her neck, pop her tongue and speak like a sassy fat black woman or a black gay male. This is overtly obvious after she and Krystel broke up. It was horrible when she was with Dusty, she was at her worst then, she sounded like Shanaynay from Martin.
She thinks she can speak like that because of all the drag shows reinforcing this stereotype that she bought into because "muh oppreshuun"

Edit to add: This is what AL thinks blacks and gays sound like across the board. Even black folks on her videos get offended at her thinking they all sound like ghetto stereotypes.

 

[Wilford Brimley]

Does this look like Becky's finger painting or Amber's? Page forensics!


Edit: who was the dumbass that came here and white knighted and was banned? Might be them.

Allergictoscambledeggs I think was her name. Shes a dumbass, because we all know its ayygs.

 

[OstREEEch]

Bush did page 9/11.

 

[Hot Cheeto Gorl]

Can we get back on topic? Wtf is happening rn. Anyways, it's funny how she went on "vacation" which basically meant doing the same exact thing except sleeping on a different bed and acting like she's Trisha Paytas boujiee for doing it.

 

[Wilford Brimley]

It would be interesting to see what kind of reason that she gave for hating Trump. If I remember correctly, she didnt even vote...soooo....

Edit: it was already said that she didnt vote.:autism::autism::autism:

 

[Not me]

She really is giving us ALL the reasons to hate on her.

 

[Strong Tomato]

Can we get back on topic? Wtf is happening rn. Anyways, it's funny how she went on "vacation" which basically meant doing the same exact thing except sleeping on a different bed and acting like she's Trisha Paytas boujiee for doing it.

As sad as it sounds, it really was like a vacation for her. She gets to eat at Cheesecake Factory multiple times, shop at Target, and waste her money at all of the other stores and restaurants that aren't near where she lives.

Mini golf was the only semi interesting thing she has filmed on her "vacation", and she could barely do it. She was drenched in sweat and had to sit every 5 minutes, AND she can't even swing a golf club properly lol.

She gets excited about restaurants and shopping because they're literally the only things she can do while sitting. It's just a bonus she gets to shop at places she doesn't normally get to. Unfortunately for Amber this isn't exciting content for viewers, but she's too stupid to realize that.

 

[Lapidot]

Becky's Fate

Amberylnn woke up on a Monday morning, Twinkie's nails scraping her face.

"Oh mah god! Get off me!" She screeched, grabbing the dog with her lobster claw and throwing it off the waterbed.

The dog whimpered, and she could hear its nails dragging along the floor to the kitchen. Her tired heart fluttered as her mind filled with images of eggs and fully cooked bacon. She waddled her flaps and folds over to the kitchen, the floor creaking under her water weight.
"Ugh! Why is life so hard?" She asked out loud as she squeezed through the doorway.

Becky was sitting by the dining table, immersed in her colouring books.

"Oh hai babe!" Amber called out.

Becky's soulless eyes lifted from the paper, and she gave a nod. Amber shrugged and pulled the fridge door open. Becky was probably being moody, as usual. That morning went as all mornings usually go, and she ate her breakfast with a ferocious glee. It was time to write in her journals, and so she grabbed one from the cupboard of endless supply of journals stored in her garage. Before she could start, however, she heard the floor creaking and the sound of footsteps could be heard. She looked up, feeling a satisfying squealch from the sweat and lard in her neck creases.

"Becky?"

Her girlfriend was standing by the doorway, an expression of defeat plastered onto her face.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" Amber asked.

Becky finally met her eyes, and the words that fell out of her mouth made the skinny legend shudder.

"We need to talk."

"Talk." The word felt like ashes in her mouth. Or like a salad. "About what?"

Becky seemed like a monster truck in the nightlife as she strode forward, her space jam shirt glittering in the lighting. "About...everything."

"I don't understand."

The potato-like woman let out a sigh of frustration. "I can't keep doing this."

"Doing what?" Amber was confused. She'd thought that they'd been doing fine. They'd even gone to Texas Roadhouse the day before!

"I can't keep living with you. We need a break."

It felt as if she was suddenly drowning in a wave of bacon grease, and the binge monster was clawing at her insides. This loss of control was not uncommon, but this time she wasn't sure if she could regain it or not.

She laughed in a shrill tone. "Don't be silly, baby! We'll go to Walmart and I'll buy some colouring books, mmkay?" That always got her to shut up.

"No."

Wait. What?

Amberylnn's neck whipped in shock, the lard jiggling. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me." Becky grinned smugly. "I don't want to go to Walmart because we went there yesterday. And the day before, and the day before. Actually, I'm pretty sure the employees know me by name. It's embarrassing."

"But...you love walmart." Amber muttered, still in shock.

"No. You love walmart. I'm tired of living the same routine everyday and I can't keep doing this." She turned to leave, but Amber rose, her fat wobbling like a beautiful glob of jello.

"What are you going to do? Get a job? Start being a productive member of society? You're pathetic."

Becky stared through her, and a small smile formed on her face. "I'm actually planning to go to college."

Amber couldn't contain her laugh. "Oh my god. That's even more pathetic."

"Whatever." Becky swivelled to leave again, and that's when a thrum of fear began building up in Amber's stomach. Was she actually going to leave her? This was Destiny all over again. She couldn't let this happen.

"Wait." She slapped her hand over Becky's meaty shoulder. "We can go to Texas Roadhouse, it will be alright."

An expression of absolute anger overtook Becky's usual blank canvas, and she tore her hand away. "That's just your problem, Amber. You think you can treat me like a child and that I'll bow down to your every whim. You think every problem can be solved with food, and that's why I don't have a neck anymore."

Amber scoffed. "That's a lah! You didn't have a neck before you met me."

"Stop talking like that! You don't have an accent! You're a liar and you know what? I hated your shitty food, that shit made me throw up for days. Your poems are trash. Bye Felicia." She strode forward, ready to leave the mess that was Amberlynn Reid.

"I can't let that happen." Amber growled from behind her. "You've triggered the binge monster."

Becky stared at her. "Bitch, there's no binge monster. YOU'RE the problem."

A loud deep inhumane screech erupted from the creature's mouth. Becky screamed.

The next day, Amber was happily trotting along with Becky, on their way to Texas Roadhouse for the third time that day.

 

[Dovahshit]

Becky's Fate

Amberylnn woke up on a Monday morning, Twinkie's nails scraping her face.

"Oh mah god! Get off me!" She screeched, grabbing the dog with her lobster claw and throwing it off the waterbed.

The dog whimpered, and she could hear its nails dragging along the floor to the kitchen. Her tired heart fluttered as her mind filled with images of eggs and fully cooked bacon. She waddled her flaps and folds over to the kitchen, the floor creaking under her water weight.
"Ugh! Why is life so hard?" She asked out loud as she squeezed through the doorway.

Becky was sitting by the dining table, immersed in her colouring books.

"Oh hai babe!" Amber called out.

Becky's soulless eyes lifted from the paper, and she gave a nod. Amber shrugged and pulled the fridge door open. Becky was probably being moody, as usual. That morning went as all mornings usually go, and she ate her breakfast with a ferocious glee. It was time to write in her journals, and so she grabbed one from the cupboard of endless supply of journals stored in her garage. Before she could start, however, she heard the floor creaking and the sound of footsteps could be heard. She looked up, feeling a satisfying squealch from the sweat and lard in her neck creases.

"Becky?"

Her girlfriend was standing by the doorway, an expression of defeat plastered onto her face.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" Amber asked.

Becky finally met her eyes, and the words that fell out of her mouth made the skinny legend shudder.

"We need to talk."

"Talk." The word felt like ashes in her mouth. Or like a salad. "About what?"

Becky seemed like a monster truck in the nightlife as she strode forward, her space jam shirt glittering in the lighting. "About...everything."

"I don't understand."

The potato-like woman let out a sigh of frustration. "I can't keep doing this."

"Doing what?" Amber was confused. She'd thought that they'd been doing fine. They'd even gone to Texas Roadhouse the day before!

"I can't keep living with you. We need a break."

It felt as if she was suddenly drowning in a wave of bacon grease, and the binge monster was clawing at her insides. This loss of control was not uncommon, but this time she wasn't sure if she could regain it or not.

She laughed in a shrill tone. "Don't be silly, baby! We'll go to Walmart and I'll buy some colouring books, mmkay?" That always got her to shut up.

"No."

Wait. What?

Amberylnn's neck whipped in shock, the lard jiggling. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me." Becky grinned smugly. "I don't want to go to Walmart because we went there yesterday. And the day before, and the day before. Actually, I'm pretty sure the employees know me by name. It's embarrassing."

"But...you love walmart." Amber muttered, still in shock.

"No. You love walmart. I'm tired of living the same routine everyday and I can't keep doing this." She turned to leave, but Amber rose, her fat wobbling like a beautiful glob of jello.

"What are you going to do? Get a job? Start being a productive member of society? You're pathetic."

Becky stared through her, and a small smile formed on her face. "I'm actually planning to go to college."

Amber couldn't contain her laugh. "Oh my god. That's even more pathetic."

"Whatever." Becky swivelled to leave again, and that's when a thrum of fear began building up in Amber's stomach. Was she actually going to leave her? This was Destiny all over again. She couldn't let this happen.

"Wait." She slapped her hand over Becky's meaty shoulder. "We can go to Texas Roadhouse, it will be alright."

An expression of absolute anger overtook Becky's usual blank canvas, and she tore her hand away. "That's just your problem, Amber. You think you can treat me like a child and that I'll bow down to your every whim. You think every problem can be solved with food, and that's why I don't have a neck anymore."

Amber scoffed. "That's a lah! You didn't have a neck before you met me."

"Stop talking like that! You don't have an accent! You're a liar and you know what? I hated your shitty food, that shit made me throw up for days. Your poems are trash. Bye Felicia." She strode forward, ready to leave the mess that was Amberlynn Reid.

"I can't let that happen." Amber growled from behind her. "You've triggered the binge monster."

Becky stared at her. "Bitch, there's no binge monster. YOU'RE the problem."

A loud deep inhumane screech erupted from the creature's mouth. Becky screamed.

The next day, Amber was happily trotting along with Becky, on their way to Texas Roadhouse for the third time that day.

did the binge monster ate beckys soul?

 

[Lapidot]

did the binge monster ate beckys soul?

Her binge food is lesbian souls.

 

[EH 110]

She gets excited about restaurants and shopping because they're literally the only things she can do while sitting. It's just a bonus she gets to shop at places she doesn't normally get to. Unfortunately for Amber this isn't exciting content for viewers, but she's too stupid to realize that.

She admitted she can't do much besides going to out to eat. The thing is, eating out is what got her into this mess...

 

[Twinkie]

There's no excuse for her eating but she's trying to spin it like she has one. Amber is making a false equivalency between restaraunts and binge eating. Gorl could go the restaurant and not eat or maybe nibble from Becky's plate (rude, but I'm sure Becky is used to it). Amber could also try to get the relatively healthy options at restaurants because there's always something.

Or just eat half of her orange chicken. Restaurants usually serve more food than you need. It's not unusual for adults to split an entree, or for the entire party to split a decadent side/appetizer like fucking carne asada fries.

But Amber acts like because there's no other activitity she can do physically besides sitting, she has no choice but to sit there and to binge eat at the restaurant---every day. She does have a choice what goes into her mouth and frankly so do the people in her life. I have to wonder how much of a nightmare she is when she doesn't get her way re: food. Is she that bad, or do Eric Rickie and Becky just not give a fuck about her health? They should be saying something to her every day at this point, if they really cared about her.

 

[Not me]

or do Eric Rickie and Becky just not give a fuck about her health? They should be saying something to her every day at this point, if they really cared about her.

I get the general impression no one in that house cares about her in any way otherwise they would say something or do something about it, as you said.

:powerlevel::powerlevel::powerlevel:
Letting someone do whatever the hell they want at any time or let them have an addiction is not caring. It's (sorry, english isn't my first language so I can't find the proper word for it) ignorance.

 

[EH 110]

It's true that Dustin and Becky have both gained a ton of weight since knowing Amber, but I blame them and not Amber. It's all about self-control. Both of them were overweight when they met Amber. They probably would have continued to balloon up anyway, just at a slower pace. If Becky wanted to lose weight, she could eat a small meal at home and then sit and have a drink while Amber stuffs her face in a restaurant. If that makes Amber unhappy, tough shit. After Becky's rant about not wanting to eat dessert alone at The Cheesecake Factory, I guess that wouldn't happen. But she could order off the children's menu, box up half of her meal to take home, or order an appetizer in place of a meal. None of the people associated with Amber practice self-control.

 

[easyaf]

Please tell me somebody (or multiple somebodies) just went 'Why yes, yes we do' and papered her with images.

 

[JaneThough]

Becky's Fate

Amberylnn woke up on a Monday morning, Twinkie's nails scraping her face.

"Oh mah god! Get off me!" She screeched, grabbing the dog with her lobster claw and throwing it off the waterbed.

The dog whimpered, and she could hear its nails dragging along the floor to the kitchen. Her tired heart fluttered as her mind filled with images of eggs and fully cooked bacon. She waddled her flaps and folds over to the kitchen, the floor creaking under her water weight.
"Ugh! Why is life so hard?" She asked out loud as she squeezed through the doorway.

Becky was sitting by the dining table, immersed in her colouring books.

"Oh hai babe!" Amber called out.

Becky's soulless eyes lifted from the paper, and she gave a nod. Amber shrugged and pulled the fridge door open. Becky was probably being moody, as usual. That morning went as all mornings usually go, and she ate her breakfast with a ferocious glee. It was time to write in her journals, and so she grabbed one from the cupboard of endless supply of journals stored in her garage. Before she could start, however, she heard the floor creaking and the sound of footsteps could be heard. She looked up, feeling a satisfying squealch from the sweat and lard in her neck creases.

"Becky?"

Her girlfriend was standing by the doorway, an expression of defeat plastered onto her face.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" Amber asked.

Becky finally met her eyes, and the words that fell out of her mouth made the skinny legend shudder.

"We need to talk."

"Talk." The word felt like ashes in her mouth. Or like a salad. "About what?"

Becky seemed like a monster truck in the nightlife as she strode forward, her space jam shirt glittering in the lighting. "About...everything."

"I don't understand."

The potato-like woman let out a sigh of frustration. "I can't keep doing this."

"Doing what?" Amber was confused. She'd thought that they'd been doing fine. They'd even gone to Texas Roadhouse the day before!

"I can't keep living with you. We need a break."

It felt as if she was suddenly drowning in a wave of bacon grease, and the binge monster was clawing at her insides. This loss of control was not uncommon, but this time she wasn't sure if she could regain it or not.

She laughed in a shrill tone. "Don't be silly, baby! We'll go to Walmart and I'll buy some colouring books, mmkay?" That always got her to shut up.

"No."

Wait. What?

Amberylnn's neck whipped in shock, the lard jiggling. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me." Becky grinned smugly. "I don't want to go to Walmart because we went there yesterday. And the day before, and the day before. Actually, I'm pretty sure the employees know me by name. It's embarrassing."

"But...you love walmart." Amber muttered, still in shock.

"No. You love walmart. I'm tired of living the same routine everyday and I can't keep doing this." She turned to leave, but Amber rose, her fat wobbling like a beautiful glob of jello.

"What are you going to do? Get a job? Start being a productive member of society? You're pathetic."

Becky stared through her, and a small smile formed on her face. "I'm actually planning to go to college."

Amber couldn't contain her laugh. "Oh my god. That's even more pathetic."

"Whatever." Becky swivelled to leave again, and that's when a thrum of fear began building up in Amber's stomach. Was she actually going to leave her? This was Destiny all over again. She couldn't let this happen.

"Wait." She slapped her hand over Becky's meaty shoulder. "We can go to Texas Roadhouse, it will be alright."

An expression of absolute anger overtook Becky's usual blank canvas, and she tore her hand away. "That's just your problem, Amber. You think you can treat me like a child and that I'll bow down to your every whim. You think every problem can be solved with food, and that's why I don't have a neck anymore."

Amber scoffed. "That's a lah! You didn't have a neck before you met me."

"Stop talking like that! You don't have an accent! You're a liar and you know what? I hated your shitty food, that shit made me throw up for days. Your poems are trash. Bye Felicia." She strode forward, ready to leave the mess that was Amberlynn Reid.

"I can't let that happen." Amber growled from behind her. "You've triggered the binge monster."

Becky stared at her. "Bitch, there's no binge monster. YOU'RE the problem."

A loud deep inhumane screech erupted from the creature's mouth. Becky screamed.

The next day, Amber was happily trotting along with Becky, on their way to Texas Roadhouse for the third time that day.

Excellent dramatization, but I think reality is closer to this:

Becky: *thinking* I need to break it off with Amber. She's abusive, to me and our pets. My friends hate her, my family hates her. She smells and expects me to do everything for her. My health has been going downhill since being with her, and she sabotages everything I do to lose weight. She's spiteful, vindictive, and I hate being around her. I'll say something today */end thought*

Amber: BAYYYYBEEEE! We need to go to Walmart, I need a new journal and water bottle!!!! Also, we need more food, I ate it all! We can stop at the Chinese buff-ette on the way there, and Texas Roadhouse on the way back!!

Becky: *puts on her favorite hat* Alright then

 

[sperginity]

Talk." The word felt like ashes in her mouth. Or like a salad.

It's true that Dustin and Becky have both gained a ton of weight since knowing Amber, but I blame them and not Amber. It's all about self-control. Both of them were overweight when they met Amber. They probably would have continued to balloon up anyway, just at a slower pace. If Becky wanted to lose weight, she could eat a small meal at home and then sit and have a drink while Amber stuffs her face in a restaurant. If that makes Amber unhappy, tough shit. After Becky's rant about not wanting to eat dessert alone at The Cheesecake Factory, I guess that wouldn't happen. But she could order off the children's menu, box up half of her meal to take home, or order an appetizer in place of a meal. None of the people associated with Amber practice self-control.

You're not adding in the emotional cost of dealing with a narcissist. It's incredibly stressful. Amberlynn makes it impossible for her girlfriend to do anything besides what AL wants to do, so her girlfriends take what they can get wrt enjoyment. Breaking up with her is the only real solution.

 

[sweaty chafing thighs]

It would be interesting to see what kind of reason that she gave for hating Trump. If I remember correctly, she didnt even vote...soooo....

Edit: it was already said that she didnt vote.:autism::autism::autism:

She posted a video about why she hates Trump and said that she didn't vote because she's biased. Lol. The comments were hysterical and eventually disabled. She couldn't provide a single valid reason for why she actually hated him and just regurgitated what everyone else was saying on Facebook at the time. Enjoy.