For eight years, I watched her demolish scale after scale. I expected a grand finale, a mysterious death. What do I get? The same blandly smug expression, suffocated under sandbags of fat. Watch her face. It barely moves. Keem deploys not-gender cucks/trailer trash cluster Bs to wrangle her, and she fucks off whenever she wants. Half the time, I think she fucks off because she can't breathe, not to punish the other hosts. Her facial discoloration indicates a lack of oxygen, which reminds me: does anyone remember if there was confirmation she vapes nicotine vapes? During the Tammy Inquisition, she told some weird story about her first cigarette at 14, but I forgot if she said she smoked ever since then or stopped and picked it back up or what. It seemed like a lie. When she still vlogged, she masqueraded her vaping habit as whatever fuckass weed derivative Oklahoma turns a blind eye to.
It's kind of fascinating to think she smoked behind the scenes during all the vlogs, especially the Krystal ones. Seeing fat people smoke confuses me. Like, how does someone constantly shove a cigarette/vape in their mouths and still manage to blow up? I thought the point of smoking was *:・゚✧skinni*:・゚✧ so what the fuck is this?
ATTN: Emily N. Franz of Oskhosh, WI; employed by Clarity Care. GET THE JOB DONE. FOR EVERYONE'S SAKE. You somehow hide and showcase your collection of desperate fatties, women who know their best option sees their actual lives as toys. It keeps Amber in a state of indignity I never thought she could reach, but by God, you dragged her there. You made a proud cuckold of her. Weird. Lame. Knock it off. Either fuck off or stick to the plan. If you two ever get "engaged," I know exactly what happens next. Thanks for the most boring, shitty arc in Amberlynn history, loser.