Leaving the cart like that was so inconsiderate. How hard would it have been to put it back, and just have Becky go out a couple of minutes early to drive to the front of the store to pick Amber up, if she couldn't make it to the car.

The photo of her taking her make up off (I think that's what's happening) is just horrific. I think the theory that she has youth on her side and will live til 35 may turn out to be too optimistic.

Becky looks for Sloth-ish in that photo. ^^

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When people leave scooters outside, a store employee has to go get it. Amber isn't looking out for other people; she and Becky are lazy and inconsiderate. Becky's the type of person who pushes her cart into an empty parking space rather than walk ten feet to the cart corral.

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In regards to Amber's impending health issues, all that can be said is that you will get out of life what you put into it. Amber has been fat for her whole life. When she was a child that was the fault and responsibility of her tweaker parents. But once you become an adult with normally functioning mental faculties, your health becomes your responsibility. Amber has never done anything to help herself. In the name of gluttony and self service she has eaten herself into a nightmare from which she will never wake up. She is a deplorable toddlerwoman who treats everyone around her like a slave and has wasted her life away on cultivating her pathetic and small world of asspatters and cheap jewelry and other meaningless garbage. Not only has she not contributed jack shit, Amber has taken away from the world and in a way from herself. It's amazing she hasn't had some kind of life threatening health scare yet, but it will happen and it will be exactly what she has unknowingly asked for.

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AL would never go in a public pool with other people. There's always people and screaming kids at hotel pools; it's much too busy for the Hambeast. Plus I don't think they'd allow someone in with pants and a shirt on.
Plus I think the management would take issue with the brown swirls of dirt and dried fecal matter leaching into the pool from her unwashed leggeens and shelf ass.


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I hope Amber doesn't die of cancer, then it'll get her sympathy and not be a clear cut case of her own decisions killing her. Yes 450 extra lbs contributes but it won't be a provable link. If it's beetus, heart or infection it will be absolutely no denying caused by calories.


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Those scooters literally have signage on them asking you NOT to take them out of the stores. There's signage in the store, too. She a laah. Her lies are so stupid, too. Why would some random woman in a store ever tell that to AL? It makes no sense.

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We've been so focused on our gorl's brave, indestructible bra and valiant black leggeeens that I fear we've neglected to truly acknowledge her heroic black ballet flats. How they manage to stay intact on her dainty, soft hooves after being stretched well beyond capacity is a feat of engineering that should probably be studied for generations to come.

The scooter thing is likely going to be discussed to death, but one of the most entertaining and consistent aspects of Big Al is her unwillingness to accept responsibility for her boorish behaviour, and will always choose to come up with a ridiculous lahhh or rationalization instead of admitting the truth. She did not disappoint this this time.

Frankly, I'm surprised she didn't just try to deny it, but I guess attempting to paint herself as some kind of an altruistic hero was just too tempting to resist.
"Thank you for leaving the scooter in the middle of the parking lot! Those rude , thoughtless Target employees always inconveniently bring them to the front of the store near the Handicapped parking!"


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Someone called her out on that via Twitter. Love her defense of "one person one time told me they like having the scooter strewn about the parking lot so I have zero guilt being an asshole and doing it, despite all OTHER people and COMMON SENSE suggesting it's wrong and a complete dick move."

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Every single thing in her life is done for selfish reasons. She leaves the cart in the parking lot because she's too lazy to wheel it back and have Becky pick her up at the door, or because she doesn't want to sit in the car listening to the open door ding while Becky drives it back. But you can sure as hell bet if she pulled up to Target and all the fat carts were out in the parking lot, half dead, she'd have a complete fucking melt down and we'd be subjected to another crying video.

Honestly, she doesn't have a single charitable, altruistic bone in her massive body. Every when she does something "kind" she flaunts it online to show off what an amazing person she is and how she deserves to have her shelf ass pet. Anyone remember her talking about giving money to Becky's disgustingly poor hick sister to buy her kid school supplies or shoes or some shit?


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The housekeeper walks up to the door. She's young, maybe she's only just started and this is her first checkout service on her own. With a timid knock, she calls out "Housekeeping!", waits for no response and opens the door. What lies beyond the threshold is beyond a catastrophe. This is the disaster left in Fatty's wake.

The smell is what hits her first. It's as if she's walking into a dutch oven set to diarrhea, and as she looks on hopelessly amongst the rubble of water bottles, fast food wrappers and Target bags, an assortment of nasty colors on the once white sheets catches her eye. They're heaped up into a ball, and unraveled she realizes they've been practically drenched red and brown as though someone dumped tomato soup all over them, though deep down she acknowledges with a heavy heart that this was not the case, and seeped all the way into the mattress protector is shit, piss--she gags and casts her gaze up to the pillowcases, which have all been piled up on one bed and caked in dandruff.
With her stomach seizing, she hurries to her cart for gloves and trashbags when she trips over one of many soaking wet towels. Morbid curiosity gets the best of her and she follows the trail into the bathroom, where she finds dozens of stolen pool towels all dripping wet, yet the shower is bone dry. She can barely bring herself to look at the toilet, which is near overflowing with ketchupy liquid shit that has splashed onto the floor due to an oversized shelf ass with poor aim. One used pad stained flaky charcoal from overuse has also missed the trashcan and is lying open faced on the floor, with no attempt to roll it up or wrap it with toilet paper. Feeling faint from its obtrusive odor, she stumbles out of the room texts her executive, begging for help as there is no way she can finish this room within the time limit. It takes the entire team to get it somewhat suitable, and even then it has to be put off-market for the stench. She goes home crying that night, knowing she must do it all again tomorrow.

The ever generous pocket change left under the bedskirts as a tip do not make it much better.
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I volunteer at an animal refuge and every week the kitten kennels smell like rancid shit and there's old food and litter all over the floor and the pillows and towels in the cages are caked with that stuff because kittens can't go five minutes without making a mess. The shit sticks to the litter boxes and takes ages to scrape off before you can clean them, and they get litter in their water bowls.

Your description of Hamber and Necky's hotel room makes these kennels seem like the stainless steel kitchen in a restaurant in comparison. After said kitchen was just cleaned by Danny Tanner.