It seems like everything he does she ups the fucking ante and if it was anyone else, it would be so sad and unfortunate. But it's just Chantal, so, meh.
This bitch is so proud to have discovered supposed holes in Mae's story that Toucan Sandman now automatically gets a pass on:
- Bruising her flapjacks
- Secretly recording their gross sexual encounters
- Broomstick incident?
- Harming her elderly cat
- Slapping her around
- Giving her an STD
- Blaming her for the STD
- Actively and aggressively contacting random women on the internet
- Attempting to pimp her out to his friends
- Making her a personal driver
- Financially abusing her
- Supplying her with various controlled substances
What the fuck else did I miss?
It's ridiculous that a grown ass woman closing in on 40 is in a situation like this. As someone mentioned earlier, by this age and after coming out of a relationship with Malan (a mild-tempered, hardworking man who cleaned up and supported her), this swamp donkey should have seen the red flags coming from 100 miles away.
It's like her cerebral cortex never fully developed past the primitive limbic system stage. She knows nothing about rationale and logic. She's just an eat beast and a literal punching bag
in a hurry who causes chaos and destruction wherever she goes.
I'm glad they're together. They absolutely deserve each other. I wouldn't wish any of their hell and degeneracy on anyone else who isn't them.
The more people disapprove of Stabby and Flabby, the closer they'll get. It's the whole "us against the world" trope that usually ends in some complete fuckery. We never want them to part ways. They both deserve what each other is giving. That works well for us because we want to be entertained and it works well for the world because no innocent person will be harmed in the making of this shitshow.
PS: I may be a Kiwi Farms dwelling autist who writes lengthy posts about a fat, knuckle dragging cancer on society, but at least I'm not a cowtipping, VIB who tries to immerse myself into the world of a 400lb smelly wildebeest while admitting that I'm filled with envy and jealousy. Now that is a Shakespearean tragedy.