You don't make progress by standing on the sidelines, whimpering and complaining. You make progress by implementing ideas. -- Shirley Chisholm
I guess we know where that leaves Hamber. -- Me
truth about my injury, ranting about hate, & I'm a 500lb inspiration! | part 3 - August 28, 2922
Welcome to CSI: Lexington, proles!
I wonder how many days it's been since she showered. Or does her MG,W, bring her a bucket, a la 2019 Becky. Hey, her MG,W, get her up and moving into the tiny yard and hose her down. And especially wash that NASTY, GREASY, GODDAMNED HAIR, FFS. Do the two of you think some shampoo company is going to pop up and use her as an example of how they can get two months of grease out of a poop bun? It will be more like this, most likely:
https://youtube.com/watch?v=TTOG1tMMi0w
Her life consists of "nothing" she says, and this life of hers is drastically different than it was two weeks ago. I'm going to go out on a limb here and say this is an untruth, Hamber. You've been sitting on your ass doing not much of anything for....practically forever. Nothing has changed in your life except where you're planting your shelf ass. Something, I will remind you, you chose to do.
"Today is day twelve of....this nonsense." she says, as she literally throws her hand up in the air as if she's completely powerless to change anything. Then get off your fat ass, you lazy, greasy cunt and do something about it. Take a fucking shower, for starters. The goddamned stench in that place, JFC. I'm wondering if her MG,W, has anosmia.
Gives us proof of life that her current date is August 27, 2022.
Blah blah. Se landed on her left laayyyg, which is bruised. "A lot of people" asking how she managed to hoist her fat ass off the ground. Says she fell where there was a "tiny little hill" aka a slight grade. and she was going toward that, not down.
Oh good, timestamped texts to her MG,W, because you can't generate those on your own. This is where I begin to wonder some things, now that we're on what, the third iteration of her stepping off a
curb onto hard concrete or asphalt sidewalk and having her ankle crunch everything in it so badly it was the most traumatic thing ever and
dangling off her leg hurt, but walkable. She immediately messages her MG,W, saying she fell, and her MG,W, asks: Where are you?
Why does her MG,W, not know where she is? Supposedly, they were both out walking a circuit they'd walked before, in different directions, meeting up in the middle. Why does Hamber say "on the ground"? Where the fuck else would she be falling if the two of them are taking a walk "together"? This answer makes it sound as if she has to specify she is not in the apartment. Hamber then says they facetimed for a whole nine seconds. Instead of waiting, she heroically gets herself upright and limps back to the apartment.
"The way I described it a little weird. I don't know why I did that." She's talking about the "curb" she said she stepped off in her original bullshit version of this story, versus the sidewalk she waddled off of, in this current, and probably true, version of her bullshit story. As to why she did it: I think I tore ligaments in my eyeballs just now, rolling them so hard. Just another lie; of course you did it to get more sympathy points. I hear that when you level up, you get a never ending box of kleenex in your inventory.
And now we're at the photo that is surely going to be as iconic as the Zapruder film. What's hilarious to me is not that it's just a sidewalk that Hamber tried to make everyone believe was a curb to heighten her dramatic fall, but it's a sidewalk RIGHT NEXT TO an actual curb. Never change, PathologicalLiarLynn.
I'm only surprised there's no crater where she landed. Now she has talked so much that she has talked herself right out of a settlement with the apartment's insurance company: admits she was not paying attention to what she was doing, because as we know, she was talking at the camera in her phone, as usual, and for once, while she was wearing the right KIND of shoes, she was still wearing the WRONG shoes, as they were about half a size too big. So, to recap: 500 pounds and prone to falls, waddling around in half size too big shoes, at night, vlogging. Goodbye, grifter money. I wonder how pissed her MG,W is that she didn't just keep her fucking yap shut.
And then she started answering questions and moaning about how shit is ruined for her by the haydurs, and I made it to the 30 minutes mark when this fat, entitled bitch crashed Chrome. It's a pity, but I am not trying to watch this again almost in its entirety.
Cry harder about all the shit people ruin for you, Fatty. No one cares. Maybe if you did something remotely interesting apart from eating yourself to 600 pounds, people wouldn't be so fucking bored.
she had structure, a thing Amburr has never had. She could have used that to I don't know, learn to drive or learn.. anything. Amburr wants to do Amburr because it works for her. Jade Francis is poly and Amburr is a jealous child. I think the anger we are seeing is a shock to her not being the center of attention, or if she is, she has nothing to say, thus the double down on banal shit.
