It's January 28th, she says she lost track of time (No shit, it's what happens when you don't have to work.) and informs us building inspectors are maybe coming later. A couple more minutes of her saying her brain doesn't work and she didn't sleep much. Lies about how she walked Twinkie and almost fell, that would've been funny. Bullshit about Instagram and how she can't bear to look at Instagram photos of her ex becuz she's shoo sad and she can't bear to see the times she was shoo happy. This distresses our Pigtagonist so hard she needs to take a 1 hour nap (I'd fucking kill myself if I was that pathetic JfC). The inspectors did, in fact, not arrive.
We get a weigh in.
502.6 lbs. Sounds like someone is still a fat fuck, what a surprise. Oh no more eating. She's eating another sandwich. 406 calories. And another diet Sprite sacrificed to the hog. Duke's hot and spicy sausages for 130 calores. The camera fell over lol.
Paused just in time to unlock AnalogueHorrorLynn
She then realizes the cups say "Squeeze, Shake, open and enjoy." She then spins(???) the thing, shakes it and is then surprised that the pearls are still in a clump. Does...does fatty really not know what squeezing is? My goodness, fatty is an actual case study on fat induced brainrot. Proceeds to fatty dance over frozen juice and fruit.
An extended sequence of fatty doing her livestream, and of course more "wahh wahh im so lonely". Claims there will come a day when she will give up youtube (It's called death sweaty look it up). Apparently she got broken up with over facetime. I refuse to summarize this shit any further.
The next day, it is January 29th. Says she's so thankful about how many people became members. Also the fucking spider leg hair is coming back wth. Said she crashed after the lifestream feeling shoo lonely and shoo sad because she was missing Tahmee (Emily Franz). "I haven't done anything today, I haven't been motivated" Just another day that ends in y then. Needs a break from talking about herself (lol) and just needs to shut off her brain.
The next day, it is January 30th. Hambo is wearing a dry ass towel on her head. Oh god it's just word vomit about her DMing someone and more Tommy relationship talk. Ok so gotta admit, dunno who tf Rosie is, dunno any of the reactors really, and quite honestly idgaf. Too many autistic chefs shitting in the soup.
Okay, I will believe Amber on this one, her getting a lot of messages every day, with people overeager to inform her. As much as she is an unlikable slob, I'm willing to believe there's plenty of vapid drones that buy her shit and try to insert themselves in her whacky world. She also unwraps the towel to reveal her ratty ass wet hair.
Anyway, it's over.