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She wont live long enough to get a play button, those things take ages to get..
And by “grateful” she mean entitled and deservingCongrats on getting em feeder fetishist subs, gorl.
Now, which circle of hell is it where all the gluttons go????
It's the third. The one where they have to wallow in vile, icy slush in the never-ending rain. It's supposed to represent degradation, but AL already wallows in Lake Doodoocaca, so...
I for one am looking forward to her becoming ever more insufferable. Things are building to a crescendo, I think. Get ready for a real rollercoaster in Amberland; the terrifying lows, the dizzying highs, the creamy middles... I just hope she vlogs it for posterity.
Sorry if this is old news, but I was at hot topic earlier, and all of the shit Eric and Ricky (Rickie? how do white trash spell these names) got Amber for christmas was there, all bottom of the barrel clearance shit too. Those shit little mermaid lipsticks and that ‘out of this world’ mirror stood out to me the most. Extremely hilarious. They probably just rummaged through the clearance shit and picked whatever they could. they’re all tired of her by now, they have to be
This is beautifully written.It makes me nuts to the point of viciousness when people who are super-morbidly obese/drug addicts/severe alcoholics engage in this "we're all dying, we all die someday" bullshit to justify their addictions and foul habits.
Yes, Miss Smartypants (that she's afraid to try on because she fears they won't fit), we are all born to die, but Death does not actively stalk
everyone in their 20s. Actually, that can be said about just about everyone in industrialized countries until people reach their three score and ten.
But even if everyone who reads this is at the top of the dead pool, we will at least die with something approaching dignity.
We won't stroke out on the toilet after binging on orange chicken and chasing it down with Taco Bell, ten giant Reese's cups, a "healthy mukbang" and a light evening snack of a pint of ice cream and the extra value size of Lay's. We won't get crushed to death in a car accident that slightly reduces the interior room in the front passenger seat. We won't have to be cut out of the house. We won't slip and crack our heads when we fall over because our baby soft feet cannot carry our weight. We won't fall into a diabetic coma because we refuse to stop eating sugar. If we are wearing diapers when we die it will be because our bodies and minds wore out after a long life spent in useful endeavor, not because we couldn't waddle to the toilet on time and Becky got sick of washing our sheets (that day is coming very soon, if it hasn't already). We won't develop toxic shock syndrome when yeasty, compromised skin creates a terrible infection.
Yeah, yeah, we all gotta die, Philosopher Amber. But just because we will at some point cease to exist doesn't mean we have to shed ourselves of our health and dignity because we've eaten to the point that Death needs a bigger scythe. We don't have to rush the process in a slow motion suicide with food.
It makes me nuts to the point of viciousness when people who are super-morbidly obese/drug addicts/severe alcoholics engage in this "we're all dying, we all die someday" bullshit to justify their addictions and foul habits.
Yes, Miss Smartypants (that she's afraid to try on because she fears they won't fit), we are all born to die, but Death does not actively stalk
everyone in their 20s. Actually, that can be said about just about everyone in industrialized countries until people reach their three score and ten.
But even if everyone who reads this is at the top of the dead pool, we will at least die with something approaching dignity.
We won't stroke out on the toilet after binging on orange chicken and chasing it down with Taco Bell, ten giant Reese's cups, a "healthy mukbang" and a light evening snack of a pint of ice cream and the extra value size of Lay's. We won't get crushed to death in a car accident that slightly reduces the interior room in the front passenger seat. We won't have to be cut out of the house. We won't slip and crack our heads when we fall over because our baby soft feet cannot carry our weight. We won't fall into a diabetic coma because we refuse to stop eating sugar. If we are wearing diapers when we die it will be because our bodies and minds wore out after a long life spent in useful endeavor, not because we couldn't waddle to the toilet on time and Becky got sick of washing our sheets (that day is coming very soon, if it hasn't already). We won't develop toxic shock syndrome when yeasty, compromised skin creates a terrible infection.
Yeah, yeah, we all gotta die, Philosopher Amber. But just because we will at some point cease to exist doesn't mean we have to shed ourselves of our health and dignity because we've eaten to the point that Death needs a bigger scythe. We don't have to rush the process in a slow motion suicide with food.
I would not want to touch anything she has touched.
Yes, I thought I seen a Hot topic tag on one of her gifts. Remember when they all did that weekend getaway to Lexington?
Eric and Rickie got a Hot Topic credit card that weekend lol
Why does a Hot Topic credit card exist? No one old enough to have a credit card should be shopping at Hot Topic.