"I can't believe we're actually getting Christmas related content" Part 17: Discovery of the Fupakuchi-Amba
tl;dw: opening shot with fatty, wearing some grandma's doily, pats her shelf ass and lie professes about how much she loves vlogmas, opening of the planner that she ordered (calling the planner a she btw. No one tell her that a sizable chunk of the world's languages use grammatical gender.) Goes to her storage unit to decide whether she wants to set up Christmas decorations and show us some of the stuff that's likely getting dumped at Goodwill sometime in the future. She rifles through- uhh...
Hm, that's a dress pocket, isn't it? It's completely bulging tf out lmaooo imagine being so fucking fat you render pockets unusable. Also love how the lower image looks like a fat bitch facing right with her fupa. It's like that one two-faced japanese yokai woman (Futakuchi-Onna or, in this case, Fupakuchi-Amba?) except it's all heavily compressed fat and yeast colonies. Love that for our vile ogress. Anyway, getting back on track...
Shows us board games she'll never get to play again cuz she's a foul smelling cunt and has driven away all her friends and she sorts the rest of her storage. She now took all the Christmas stuff to her apartment and then we're briefly outside to be shown some leaves, where she of course lies and pretends to walk Twinkie.
Moving on, our gorl's "cooking" consists of cutting up some steak, roughly seasoning it and then slapping that slop into an air fryer, serve with pre-boiled eggs, pickles and stuffed olives and...
Joy.
Though probably one of her more edible creations. Mostly because she didn't cook much of anything. After this, Fupakuchi-Amba assembles more of her Lego.
Before the end of this video, we get some fanart of Twinkie.
Hm, yes, I'd say this one perfectly encapsulates Twinkie's ennui, tiredness, and desire for a less foul owner.
Anyway that's it for this one. THE END.
