Someone claiming to be Hannibal's partner posted in the comments of Bizzy Little Bee's video.
I told ya'll, that girl's clumsy! SHE DISLOCATED HER SHOULDER AND COVERED HERSELF IN BRUISES! Poor Hannibal stood there and watched, horrified! Possibly drunk, full of rage over an uncooked dinner, as GP once put it, "many men in this society struggle with," but she did it to herself! At least she won't have to do an apology for him tour this time.
Unless he gets her in a room somewhere, that will become her story again.
Why does AK need to stream about things she already covered every day?
Low Vitamin D levels are a significant contributor to minor cognitive decline as well as executive function disorders. I'd say "GO OUTSIDE," but our days are getting to the 8-hour point, and the UV index has dropped very low with all the cloud cover. There's no point. Alex, get yourself one of those UV lizard lamps; it'll help! Or take one of those Vitamin D supplements! They make liquid ones in peppermint and lemon flavors; you can just put a drop on some food and start feeling better in a few weeks.
She did all that work. Calling, emailing, making up binders and shit, having meetings with DAs, thugging out on Twitter.... for her to.... What? Make a fool of herself. All her shit got thrown out.
I wouldn't say that. Say what you will about Sam, but I actually liked her pink binder. It was pretty. I was surprised there weren't stickers on it (I personally would have put stickers on my justice binder, and this means I probably wouldn't have been taken seriously by The Prosecution.) I wished I had a more suitable tab color, but it looked like she put in the work, organizing her data and putting forward a strong case of whatever it was to whoever was looking into whatever it was she was saying was going on. We never really knew what was going on, by the way. Just that something was going on.
Now, over the last year, something has really irked me. We've had the whole GREEN AND GOLD KNOCK-OFF VERSACE BLOUSE, BROWN JESUS SANDALS saga, the mogging of the woman in her rental house raising the silkie chickens, we've had chasing Callie off the internet, we've had hounding Hillbilly Belinda to the ends of the earth over a cake someone made for her daughter over a decade ago or whatever, we've had her encouraging the guy to go to Ron's store and mog him, we've had the whole "GG'S MOM saga", we've had the whole business with Jessie and the obituary and the making money but one thing has always bothered me:
Why did Samantha need cutlery, salt, pepper, napkins, and syrup for a McDonald's Sausage, Egg & Cheese McGriddles® sandwich? Now, okay, the syrup I get. Those can be dry, and Samantha has a prodigious history of dipping everything under the sun in some kind of sauce packet, but why would you need cutlery, salt, and pepper for a McDonald's Sausage, Egg & Cheese McGriddles® sandwich? It's a sandwich. You eat it with your hands. I get the napkin. It would be best to have napkins in the car, but yes, the sandwich combined with a sticky syrup condiment can get messy. You need that. But does Samantha have some tray in her car where she cuts up her sandwich into bite-sized pieces, savoring the bites? Does she dip each piece into the syrup cups? Does she salt each piece? And pepper them?
Does Samantha keep a dragon's hoard of salt and pepper packets in her console and get aggro when she doesn't get her due? What set off that encounter? How many sets of ABS-plastic cutlery does one human being need to have in their car? Imagine resorting to life ruination tactics over salt and pepper. Even with the rising cost of inflation:
Morton's Salt and Pepper can be purchased from your local Wammart for a mere $2.44. For less than a "Sharing Size" bag of Lay's chips that no one ever shares, any of us could have life-saving salt and pepper right in our center consoles at any time. All of this could have been avoided; we prepare to fail when we fail to prepare.
Now, on to the cutlery. Like a normal person, you could just have a camping spork in your car. Wash it when you use it and return it when you're done.
It's just weird—so much of it is weird. Imagine doing all this under the guise of "educating a young man" when you're actually a 40-something-year-old woman who can't even prepare herself for breakfast in the morning and spirals for hours afterwards because she didn't get the basics for life, which she ALLEGEDLY should already have.
The whole episode, with the kid not giving Sam what she wanted, stands out as a small window into things to come.