🍗 Deathfat Amberlynn Reid - 600 pound pathological liar and U-Haul lesbian moving in with her next live-in maid/nurse/girlfriend.

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Why would anybody want to be with her for any other reason than financial or youtube fame exploitation? She's obnoxious, she's stupid, she's immobile, 600lbs, doesn't fuck, she's filthy and she stinks.
 
she also eats all those huge chunks of raw onion, BLECH!! Onion comes out in your sweat and your breath. Poor Becky hates onions and Amber is essentially an onion processing plant.

Ditto garlic, in the half bottle of garlic salt shedumps into her slops. I also bet they never open the windows in that joint. Even though it's the South, the brief spring and the winter can be sublime. Ever had to clean out a house or visit one where the person was shut-in who never opened the windows and never bathed (bonus: and who smoked)? She absolutely reeks and thant stench will be on everything.

What’s really lunacy is that someone WILL buy this and it will reinforce her arrogance about selling garbage for this much. Amber doesn’t need a thumb butler, she can just exploit her stupid fan base instead. Bet she could get one of them to take her in if she really needs to.

I was watching Sinatra on Sunday night. Yes, he can be annoying, but I will say that he is more energetic and more personable than Big Al. Sunday night, he raked in $15K (before whatever fees are taken). There were a bunch of $1K donations one right after another. Big Al could exploit a portion of her audience (feeders) for this kid of coin if she put in the merest bit of effort.

If she's really strapped for cash, she should sell some of her underwear. She won't need it if she's bedbound, and I'm sure there are some sick fucks that would pay good money for it. 🤢

If she marketed them to dudes in the Far East, she could make a killing.
 
Why would anybody want to be with her for any other reason than financial or youtube fame exploitation? She's obnoxious, she's stupid, she's immobile, 600lbs, doesn't fuck, she's filthy and she stinks.
A covert gorilla style documentary maker could take one for the team and wipe the Ham for a year all while gathering footage, recordings and happenings. Just imagine the end result when they publish their work. I'd buy that for a dollar.
 
If Becky's smart, she'll put distance between herself and her ex-fiance and wash her hands of this trainwreck of a relationship. She has no further obligations to the fat retard.

If Becky's smart.

She was definitely more checked out in the last live. I'm waiting for her to start not being there for the lives or just telling Big Al she isn't going to do them. That would make for great content for us, with Big Al sniffling through a live, whining about Becky not being there to hold her hand, even though 90% of the videos she's done since the Becky Era began are her alone.
 
No I think she is too fat to actually get a bottle into the right position. She will be skipping that stage and going straight to giant adult diapers.
My 600 lb life has taught me that bed bound death fats don’t have diapers, they just lay on giant chubbs pads to piss and shit on their bed. I’m not sure why this is the preferred method except maybe it’s the only method for a bed bound immovable land mass. I really don’t understand how some one shits while laying in bed, but it’s a thing.
 
I was watching Sinatra on Sunday night. Yes, he can be annoying, but I will say that he is more energetic and more personable than Big Al. Sunday night, he raked in $15K (before whatever fees are taken). There were a bunch of $1K donations one right after another. Big Al could exploit a portion of her audience (feeders) for this kid of coin if she put in the merest bit of effort
Yeah, but in Australia money that's like 3 bucks.
 
My 600 lb life has taught me that bed bound death fats don’t have diapers, they just lay on giant chubbs pads to piss and shit on their bed. I’m not sure why this is the preferred method except maybe it’s the only method for a bed bound immovable land mass. I really don’t understand how some one shits while laying in bed, but it’s a thing.

Even if they could find diapers that fit, the amount of work it would take to get it under and then around the massive circumference multiple times a day probably isn't worth it.
 
Im waiting for Drunk-Lynn to make her grand comeback with a dainty 1L bottle of Barefoot. A gorl can dream :optimistic:

Someone did a superchat specifically for a bottle of Barefoot in one of the lives.

Even if they could find diapers that fit, the amount of work it would take to get it under and then around the massive circumference multiple times a day probably isn't worth it.

Unless you were really desperate for an upper body/arm workout that day. But you'd have to be REALLY desperate for that to be your exercise outlet.
 
Even if they could find diapers that fit, the amount of work it would take to get it under and then around the massive circumference multiple times a day probably isn't worth it.
What disturbs me is how much shit must be involved, shit that others have to clean up. I mean the average adult produces a sizable amount of shit, but a 600 lb person??? It’s terrifying to think about and more amazing anyone is willing to take care of someone who is so gluttonous they shit the bed and require others to deal with it.

Not being able to walk ten steps to use a toilet wasn’t enough of a deterrent to stop shoveling mountains of food down their gullet ffs.
 
What disturbs me is how much shit must be involved, shit that others have to clean up. I mean the average adult produces a sizable amount of shit, but a 600 lb person??? It’s terrifying to think about and more amazing anyone is willing to take care of someone who is so gluttonous they shit the bed and require others to deal with it.

Not being able to walk ten steps to use a toilet wasn’t enough of a deterrent to stop shoveling mountains of food down their gullet ffs.
This old Mario cartoon sums it up nicely.

 
I really don’t understand how some one shits while laying in bed, but it’s a thing.
No PL, but it happened to me in the hospital. Me - frantically pushes button for someone to come help me; nobody comes. Oops, too late. It's an absolutely disgusting feeling laying in your own shit and unable to do anything about it. I can't imagine being so fat that you actually have to live that way. :cryblood:
 
The Aussie dollar isn't that bad at US75c . I'd suggest if he was getting thousands in superchats they would have been currency like the South African Rand or the Thai Baht.
Not that relevant, but Sinatra Says uses streamlabs for donations since that service only takes max 5% instead of youtubes 30% on superchats. And as insane as it sounds, he has gotten multiple 1000USD donations and even more 100+usd each stream. I like the banter he has with his wife :p
 
“Becky should feel like shit for breaking my heart…” Haha, wow. The constant guilt trips are pathetic.

Becky needs to get out of there before she gets drawn back in by Amber’s gravitation pull, and is stuck orbiting her like a planet/moon situation type deal.
 
So, my luvverly gorls, an era ends. And we mourn for Our Lady of the Lard in this, her time of tribulation, facing an uncertain future and hoping those bum-wipe sticks actually work until she has visited the local sped farm and found a new host upon which to flumpf.

And I honour of the OGs that came before, the still-gs (I know you're still around. I'm watching you) and the new -gs that have joined us during the saga, I present my closing masterpiece in my usual Shit Art by Clanger stylee. Kenny is immortalised as ever, the poop bun is doubling as a grease discharge tube (and if you see anything else you need to wash your filthy mind out with soap. Oooo you're all revolting) and all the other features we love from fat earlobes to wonky bum-chin.
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How far we have come, from the early days where NoNeckBex towed a cake across the foetid waters of Lake Chernobyl and her beloved galumphed behind in her natural element and her trousers, orange bun standing proudly against the gently glowing green waters. Through the terrifying sighting of the Binge Monster to the gentle acceptance of the Designated Lesbiotic Free Space, all immortalised by me very badly when stoned.

You fuckers made me laugh, you made me cry (with laughter) and so we light one of the several gazillion candles in her stash and start the gentle lament of the Funeral March. Or some such bollocks.

So. My epitaph. Dedicated to Big Albert, The Next Grate Murican Awfor, my muse and my inspiration.

PS. If you have no idea what the fuck I'm banging on about, fret ye not. Situation normal.


Edited because I can spell, I just get the letters in the wrong order sometimes. Ripe n Perils Eelsflop.

If Becky's smart, she'll put distance between herself and her ex-fiance and wash her hands of this trainwreck of a relationship. She has no further obligations to the fat retard.

If Becky's smart.
Oh bless you, my hopelessly optimistic feathery friend.
 
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