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tent sized underwear Panties, future Mrs. Elshamy just posted this very meaningful pic on her guntagram, guess honeymoon just getting hot, look out Toronto
Oh, great. Is she some kind of ride-or-die queen to her king Stabby Eyes now?
I’m somewhere beyond ambivalent at this point. I voted for Chantal in the death pool, and have stuck by it purely for the impressive collection of maladies and disorders she’s accumulated. That was last year sometime, before she took up extreme dating.
But I honestly don’t want her to die. I mean that genuinely. She’s a miracle of afflictions, and unwatchable (thanks to all who can stand to recap and provide analysis), unsanitary and unlovable, but she is fascinating to observe flailing around in her own garbage stew. Comeuppance? It never gets close to her.
Like most, I’m not sure I believe Mae. There’s something, as Dutch Courage pointed out, in the tone of voice that is ringing fake, or at least exaggerated in her account of whatever took place. I think she should definitely report it to authorities who can do something about it if it went down like she said.
Two things got stuck in my b.s. detector as I listened. First was a strangely embittered statement about ‘typical Nader behaviour.’ What now? You just supposedly discovered his channel but you know his pattern of behaviour? (And agreed to meet him anyway?!)
The other was when she mentioned speaking to a lawyer to ‘see if we can make anything out of this’ or words to that effect. Just a strange turn of phrase, instead of perhaps ‘see if there’s anything we can do about this.’ Oddly passive in my view.
If he attacked her, he should be prosecuted. The dude’s a menace to public health and safety. On the other hand, his accuser does seem like a histrionic nut case, and a cautionary tale on two feet, exactly as Nader and Chantal are.
It should go without saying (but some people evidently need it said) that one should resist the temptation to get involved in the drama. Leave the cows alone, kids.
